rah digga
imperial
[Chorus] Flipmode the imperial You know you love it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo Or in the streets up in your Jeeps, or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all, we got plenty mo' Blow!  [Rah Digga] It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast Ghetto diva in the Source with the three page ad Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly Labels scared to death to let their artist bomb with me 'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em The ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin' Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for twenty bucks And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli Livin' off the interest Sippin' on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen-wheelers  [Chorus]  [Busta Rhymes] Ay, yo, yo, yo Raze and dazzle niggas like y'all Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all Fight y'all; bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all Talk, and fix, and simply dance on niggas like y'all Trample niggas like y'all Make examples outta niggas like y'all Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall Thugs - here's another sample for niggas like y'all Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for niggas like y'all Fight for niggas like y'all Grab the mic from motherfuckers like y'all Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all My get high niggas; I blaze for niggas like y'all Stink the spot up with 'dro; now spray the fuckin' Lysol You know we be the ultimate We fuckin' with some other shit And when we hit y'all Yes, we sit and watch y'all niggas ride the dick  [Chorus]  [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots a whack shit While I roll around with the Harriet Tubman of this rap shit  [Rah Digga] Black chick, with intellect; who want to match wits? Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit   [Busta Rhymes] Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit  [Rah Digga] Sayin' peace when you see me; play the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy  [Busta Rhymes] Yo, make sure you see what we doing now; put on your binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular  [Rah Digga] Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera  [Busta Rhymes] Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya  [Rah Digga] First and only female unmatched by anyone Rip it from old school to the next millennium  [Chorus]