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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man [Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga)
[DJ Clue] DJ Clue Desert Strom [Busta Rhymes] Yea Flipmode Busta Rhymes Rah Digga The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!!!) Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga) What Give it to me All my nggaz Where you at now? [Busta Rhymes] Check me When we arrive in the spot Who the fuck you think fazin' We amazing and we blazin' nigga And while we blow shit every time Fully equipped for the occasion While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz Make you leak and drip Till your body shelves up faggots Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin' Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit! Cause when we march and high-step in the spot Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit! And while we drop the most miraculous bombs Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin' Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!) Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin' Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin' [Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes] All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks Getting' money say it! (ho) Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!) All my niggaz thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!) All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) [Rah Digga] Say 1 for the dirty 2 for hard core 3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer I be comin' to ya' live! Fuck up your whole circuit Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it Don't really need to brag Cause these streets a tell Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well Say fuck the world Who ever aint feelin' me Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary The illest with form I'm the illest on the norm The illest on my barn (?) The illest on the song Any type wanna yap or think they can rap I'm a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa! Make it hot, flow it down Like some hoers, you can lift this And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it [Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes] All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's And gettinn' money say it! (ho) Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!) All my niggaz thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!) All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) [Busta Rhymes] Now we don't give a fuck We serious nigga We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now? Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now? [Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Type of swing only Rah could bring I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs Cuss words and verbs Going over niggaz heads [Busta Rhymes] Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now! Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of?what the fuck now! [Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Ripped shit since the 80's You taken me like if, and, mazin' Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me [Chores 1] [DJ Clue] DJ Clue Desert Storm You know how we do things Word up! |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Rah Digga
The Harriet Tubman of hip hop has returned baby C'mon! (Verse 1) I be that bitch niggas wantin in the lab Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his feelings A misguided soul so aint checkin for the lyrics Many different players, only one hold the ball Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts Follow me now, as I build my fanbases Makin rappers worry like they got open cases Harriet Thugman, y'all can see shit through Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus Do away cats with the same ol' whack Lead a nation up north where the real party at A place where we spray when our asses get older No shots in the choke, no gettin pulled over A place where graffiti aint considered a crime And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people Black presidents, and all the weed legal No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Yeah, Rah Digga.. Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [And I] And I say what's tight cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad] Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs with doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So] So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors for takin mad niggaz titles! Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Chorus] Now, who be writin rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover [Chop] And I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate [NOW] Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Chorus] WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear] I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair [Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid 'cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit [Peace, peace] Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin [We pros] I decompose, any rapper to the bone Down to they X and why chromosome So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch] 'cause I'll be the only one salvaged Number one imported like Beck's Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX [Chorus 2X] Tight, tight, aight? And the plans is tight Tight, tight.. TIGHT! Tight, tight aight? And the plans is tight Tight.. [Busta] One, two, three, BO! |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
One two "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" [Rah Digga] For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers Cheers! Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it [Chorus] 4x The are-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!) [Rah Digga] I'm primetime, you a local on cable I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation Less rhymin years, less formal education Gettin less spins than a BBS Less hype in the streets and you writin even less (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me Less knowhow, more hoe now Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is Yappin all day bout who crew the best Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess Continue to bless any track that come this way Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe Chorus 4x "Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga] "Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes] "Digga on the track" [Rah] "Words worth a million" [Jay-Z] "Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy] "Strike-strike hard" [Canibus] [Rah Digga] Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners Call the dopest MC my little junior Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna Mad, what I say go, be |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all punk crews
Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked I'm fresher than that and that new shit you tryin' to write Like mita, mita, name not Rashita Battle on the streets so when I'm playin' senorita Spend a few peso on some chili con queso Thinkin' how I used to wax rappers back that eso Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron Wit a nigga tryin' to chew my tampon with my pants on I'm gettin' money off the books like I'm Beatnuts Make 'em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker Word to my godfather, who bombs harder Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down Some people say when I drink I don't act right Raisin' my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight Or in my travels, grabbin' slices from S'Barro's Eyein' fake niggas like they intimate apparel 20,000 seaters, heads givin' me pounds Even beggin' me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya Playin' me close so I can hook you up with Busta Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca Why you take it there? 'Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi And when I freestyle you ain't gon' hear it on my CD Money management 'cuz I'm grown up and older now Drinkin' mad low and brow, tell 'em how it's goin' down Bricks, Bricks 'cuz I was born in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks and shit is on in the Bricks Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks and I'm the mack in the Bricks Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer Scrooge, still look good without ruge My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent Money, money, money, how we blaze Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube HOOK: In the showdown, how it go down Get the flow down, watch it go down How it go down, in the showdown Gettin closed down, watch em go down In the showdown, how it go down Put your dough down, watch it go down [Verse 2] I'm representin bitches 'round the way We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end House on the hill with my publishin deal Shows pay the bills, make it all connect And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball 'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul HOOK [Verse 3] Peace to all my peoples in mission Peace to peoples with they license suspended Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki I'm smokin damn good and chokey black Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose And always be around like I was afros Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me Now that the message is embedded The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross HOOK |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, y'all AAAAHHHH Shit Bricks See me on the block with tha chromed out drop Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top 'Tight' rippin through tha hood Blow up the whole spot With tha system TV ?Foremon? EASY!! Working the scene on the quest for lime green Steady puffin on brown just for the time being Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans Say fuck y'all!! Groupies Do Me TRULY Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin [Hook] This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it up FLOOD IT UP Whip it up WHIP IT UP Smoke it up SMOKE IT UP Trick it up TRICK IT UP VIP area Certain heads get in Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in Weed on delivery, everybody chip in Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?' Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!! Now, this for my real live underground cats who be checkin for the rhymes not checkin for the track Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack Say fuck dat!! FUCK DAT!! Fuck Dat!! FUCK DAT!! My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git' Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick [Hook] For those who want to whip it For those who want to flood it For those who want to buy it For those who want to dub it For those who want the sexy For those who want the rugged Say Digga DIGGA Hardcore SLUGGERS Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters For those who want to smoke it For those who want to trick it For those who want to hate me niggas know where they can stick it [Hook] 2x |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Ha, once again
First and only female representin, yeah Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster Up in the slot where you used to rock Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny Now they ass catching bricks like the f**kin crash dummies I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers Verse dentin, worse than armageddon Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin Educated, rhymes pre-meditated Over niggas heads while they out percolatin Spot datin, block money I could take in Drops on the box like I was ovulatin Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that 'cause the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans In '99 baby hold your stuff I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff Focus your attention as I make my mark 'cause I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference 'Fore you're left hangin from your vest Definitely, gettin severance pay While my joint moves 20,000 units every day Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people 'cause that's how shit be, the Rah D I G I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey |
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from Rah Digga - Dirty Harriet (2001)
Rah-rah-rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out now uh Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Yeah! Where's my sisters? Where's my sisters? This one's for the brothers The brothers, the brothers Said I be rappin' for da ladies What's up ladies? But this one's for da brothers The brothers, the brothers Yeah check it out now Now I'm the baby in the family And I got three siblings Three older brothers and we trying to make a living So we hustle and we bubble And we coming up fast Ain't gon' never be the same Since mom and pops past The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out All grown up now Nice job, nice clout Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed (Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin' Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin' Tried to turn himself in just to make things right Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family Drinking with his friends, macking up Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight He used to tell me all the time Don't wet none sis By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich That's when I heard the ill My physical got killed Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough And on the block round the clock Niggas ain't seen nothing Yeah right Never seen a brother more determined or eager Moms and pops couldn't see it Now we not gonna see it either The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm Some say part depressed some say part deformed Record unclean since his early teens In and out the youth house Playing all the crime scenes Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long Bugged out when he was little Now he big that was wrong Little too early had to kick him out the house He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about He used to bust down the door Moms cry, pops fight Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right Word on the street every body want to do him >From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin' Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload? How much longer sis got before the last brother gone OH NO! The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Rah Digga, rah digga [Outro] Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad Rah Digga (Uh-huh) I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody Who went out and copped my shit For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy I suggest you go handle your BI Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay) I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?Anarchy And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey) Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life) Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever Fuck all y'all alright cause This is me, this is who I be This is my voice and you got no choice And on that note I just wanted to say Cheers to another thousand years Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all Dirty Harriet! But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all Make sure y'all stay tune to check out These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
(Rah Digga)
Megahertz (Verse 1) Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies Paper chase them self, or say man blood money Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter Five in the whip, we like to flow thick CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill Stores closin', down goes the sun Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun (Hook) (Ah, ooh) Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground Mre heat and there's plenty to go around Party people come shake it over here, just bounce Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh) (Verse 2) Now we done huffed about an ounce up R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer The second round's on me, D-I-G The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor See, we ain't payin' so debt that due Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style First lady profile, no more chicks allowed Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar I'm the real ghetto superstar (Hook) (Verse 3) We bring the night to a close Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows What we gonna do now, take it down No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!) Come on swing with me if ya able Corner reserved and they gotta pool table The music jumpin' better than the club Champagne in the house, every DJ show love But all good things must come to end Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor Food gettin' dropped off first, please Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road Hit me off on the jack for the next episode (Hook x2) |
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| from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003) | |||||
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside Bring your nasty ass inside ("Eddie you should know better.." - (C. Mayfield)) Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea ("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - (C. Mayfield)) Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you niggas 'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas And I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas (twenty-one) legal (gun) shots (Rah Digga) Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones (Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone) (Busta Rhymes) Now come on, take something, shake something, break something Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin' Betta (stop) 'fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin' something) (Busta) Flood it up (Digga) Whip it up (Busta) Smoke it up (Digga) Blooded up, Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up, I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up, (Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up (Chorus) East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up? All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up? Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt We got the block locked take another route, It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house My niggas HOOK (Rah Digga) Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's wetter than a mile I stalk like pedophiles, no body get's saved when I bless the child Gettin' (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow (Busta) Hold up (Digga) Run on (Busta) Get up (Digga) Come on (Busta Rhymes) Ahhooo! And put every single nigga where I'm from on (Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on (Niggas keepin' it) movin' (go head) and get your (thug on) (Rah Digga) (What on) earth possesed y'all to try a lil' (drunk) lil' (high) Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry) Without Mo' and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga) (Busta Rhymes) Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga (Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger (Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger (Chorus) (Rah Digga) Switch it up like Ak-Nel Why you hit a dry spell, Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel (Hate y'all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney (Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin' with me? (Busta Rhymes) Top niggas better give props nigga ('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga, Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped) Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga (Digga) Spillin' it (Busta) Feelin' it (Digga) Killin' it (Busta) Come on! (Rah Digga) The hardest MC don't want flex no more (Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured Shit'll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga (Busta) Look it up (Digga) Cook it up (Busta) Shook it up (Digga) Book it up (Busta Rhymes) When we (rock) you shouldn't watch (promoters) nook it up (Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up (In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up (Chorus) |
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from Jamelia - Bout [single] (2003)
[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga First lady of the flipmode squad First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia The collaboration is going down UK meets the states Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down Right here (oooh oooh) Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies I wanna take this time to talk To all my sisters out there All my independent, hardworking sisters Who don't need nothing from no man Got their own business going down You know what I'm saying? But theres always that one brother out there That just turn you out You know what I'm saying Come on, come on, come on Yeah we goin' talk about him right now [Verse 1:] I've never seen somebody Do to me what you do Never been close to the edge nearly Lose my cool I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant But I'm hung up on you I think you're all that How you feel about all that? I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2:] I need to know What's up with you Do you got a girl And is she true? I'm feeling that you don't because Because You got my hand in yours right now Feel my walls breaking down I got my own flat How you feel about that? Feel I should introduce the two of you and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do Oh my god Look at him [Rah Digga:] Look at honey over there With the savoir faire Got the girlies all pimpin' But he really don't care Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip If he bout like I'm bout We can take a little dip That's me and you right If you feeling my vibe Got sister girl open Ain't no need to lie Any type way how Me jocking your style You know you got it goin' on But I peeped your file (I know) uh huh (you know) I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody (I know) uh huh (I know) Can't wait for the day to play with your body I know you're nothing but trouble And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble But I'll just have to work it out Peep everything else right now You da Bout boy [Chorus 3x] |
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from Jamelia - Bout [single] (2003)
[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga First lady of the flipmode squad First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia The collaboration is going down UK meets the states Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down Right here (oooh oooh) Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies I wanna take this time to talk To all my sisters out there All my independent, hardworking sisters Who don't need nothing from no man Got their own business going down You know what I'm saying? But theres always that one brother out there That just turn you out You know what I'm saying Come on, come on, come on Yeah we goin' talk about him right now [Verse 1:] I've never seen somebody Do to me what you do Never been close to the edge nearly Lose my cool I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant But I'm hung up on you I think you're all that How you feel about all that? I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2:] I need to know What's up with you Do you got a girl And is she true? I'm feeling that you don't because Because You got my hand in yours right now Feel my walls breaking down I got my own flat How you feel about that? Feel I should introduce the two of you and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do Oh my god Look at him [Rah Digga:] Look at honey over there With the savoir faire Got the girlies all pimpin' But he really don't care Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip If he bout like I'm bout We can take a little dip That's me and you right If you feeling my vibe Got sister girl open Ain't no need to lie Any type way how Me jocking your style You know you got it goin' on But I peeped your file (I know) uh huh (you know) I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody (I know) uh huh (I know) Can't wait for the day to play with your body I know you're nothing but trouble And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble But I'll just have to work it out Peep everything else right now You da Bout boy [Chorus 3x] |
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from Jamelia - Bout [single] (2003)
[Rah Digga:]
Yeah Rah Digga First lady of the flipmode squad First lady of the outsidaz, Jamelia The collaboration is going down UK meets the states Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down Right here (oooh oooh) Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies I wanna take this time to talk To all my sisters out there All my independent, hardworking sisters Who don't need nothing from no man Got their own business going down You know what I'm saying? But theres always that one brother out there That just turn you out You know what I'm saying Come on, come on, come on Yeah we goin' talk about him right now [Verse 1:] I've never seen somebody Do to me what you do Never been close to the edge nearly Lose my cool I'm usually Miss Inde-pendant But I'm hung up on you I think you're all that How you feel about all that? I'm kinda thinking that you feel it too and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2:] I need to know What's up with you Do you got a girl And is she true? I'm feeling that you don't because Because You got my hand in yours right now Feel my walls breaking down I got my own flat How you feel about that? Feel I should introduce the two of you and: [Bridge:] I know (uh uh) you know We know where this should go and I know (uh uh) you know You'd be a fool if you tell me 'no' and I can't let you pass me by Just fly out of my life With no goodbyes Yeah yeah, alright Let me see your hands in the air [Chorus:] Da B, da O, da U, da T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your time Tell me what you wanna do Oh my god Look at him [Rah Digga:] Look at honey over there With the savoir faire Got the girlies all pimpin' But he really don't care Postin' in the whip, shortie boom a trip If he bout like I'm bout We can take a little dip That's me and you right If you feeling my vibe Got sister girl open Ain't no need to lie Any type way how Me jocking your style You know you got it goin' on But I peeped your file (I know) uh huh (you know) I ain't tryin' to be a sucker for nobody (I know) uh huh (I know) Can't wait for the day to play with your body I know you're nothing but trouble And I might get hurt if my feelings start to bubble But I'll just have to work it out Peep everything else right now You da Bout boy [Chorus 3x] |
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