Rah Digga

Ha, once again
First and only female representin, yeah
Rah Digga comin through you know what Im sayin
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what
Now Ima 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, whats up with that
Cats that didnt wanna feel me, yo, whats up with that
Ha ha ha ha thats fine, thats funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies
Im makin hits like the oldies, whats up wit that
Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, whats up wit that
You gon say whats up and Ima say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers
Cuz thats how shit be, whats up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo whats up wit that
Im writin rhymes lovely, whats up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo whats up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, whats up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say whats up and Ima 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, whats up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, whats up wit that
Cuz 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, whats up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo whats up wit that
Sweetest person, and Im still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans
Cuz thats how shit be, whats up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo whats up wit that
Im writin rhymes lovely, whats up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, whats up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, whats up wit that
And radio plays me, yo whats up wit that
Sweetest person, and Im 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
Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty wont 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 youre 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 didnt put my tongue in
Now, Im kickin all type of lingo, whats up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, whats up wit that
You gon say whats up and Ima say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you cant get a copy
Cuz thats how shit be, whats up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo whats up wit that
Im writin rhymes lovely, whats up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo whats up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, whats up wit that
And radio plays me, yo whats up wit that
You gon say whats up and Ima say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you cant get a copy
Cuz thats how shit be, whats up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo whats up wit that
Im writin rhymes lovely, whats up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo whats up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, whats up wit that
And radio plays me, yo whats up wit that
You gon say whats up and Ima say nothin chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people
Cuz thats how shit be, the Rah D I G
Im writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey
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