1.Intro(Generation Efx)
2.Raw Breed
From the floor, keep it raw
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 1：dray, skoob
I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your
brain
We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why？), cos the game's for kids
It's diggity das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
Or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, books come lace it, what？
Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat,
books to heat
Em
Keepin em raw from these brooklyn streets, where books defeats
em
Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
Freakin a style from brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
Low gear benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ？？？？？
What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt
Chorus：
It's diggy das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Many people tell me this style is terrific
It's diggy das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Yo
Well yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
They went from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzie
To drayzie, i fuck up your knot and then i'm swayze
Word, yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
Gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun
salute me
Pick up the vine and rock the kufi
Well, all i heard was versucci, coochie for the lucci
The gucci, but i just stay raw just like some sushi
My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills
Yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, the shit i talk, it be the shit i walk
Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team
Chorus
3.Shine
No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh
Sewer rats in ya area (feel that)
(worldwide) bout to make things scarier (no doubt)
(diggy das) diggy das
(generation) yo, yo, yo
Intro／chorus：
If iggity-i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
Verse one： dray
Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime i bust
No fuss, fully blown, benz fully chrome
Flips celly phone, diggy das, once again it's on
It's dray boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie
Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me
The big boys we're makin big noise
Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys
＞from the corner to the stage, front page
Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please
So give a toast to the host, east coast
West coast, this here's just a small dose
Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie
No lie, the platinum and the gold eye
Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin
Yiggity-yes y'all, i know one thing
Chorus
Verse two： skoob
Yo, yo
I pliggity-play the back like a nfl safety
I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's
shaky
And the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em
Set up my office now e'rybody flossin
If niggas is hot, i'm ultraviolet
If niggas is fly then i'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier
mileage
Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin
Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo
It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that i sing
Kid, i'ma bring, so let me do my thing
Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right
Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive
Chorus
Verse three： dray, skoob
Yo
You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy glocks to fight
cops
Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks
Bubblegoose, fat benz, fat timbs
Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams
We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle
So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle
Yo
What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines
If iggity-i shine then you shine, the crew shine
You rock the benz, son, i rock the range
Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, i'm sayin
Forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble
Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double
Chorus
4.Somebody Told Me
Intro／chorus：
Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons
That's bullshit, yo i'm out to get these funds
Verse one： 8-off aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies
Could he see it？ epmd, aguilar, recognise
Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas
Test guy reported in the source, even thought about 'best buys'
My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin ＊？terror dacquras？＊ and
chrome
Backwards
Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap with your soloists if ？？？ ？？？ artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to
tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off
Chorus (x2)
Verse two： nocturnal
Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips
A .45 under my armpit
Another one in the glove compartment
Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit
Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes
Bitches twist the vine, i'm high and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate
treasure
In the crib i bought the leather, plus a movie screen
So my team can play sega plus ＊？the gods in vegas？＊
An ounce of weed in every type of flavor
Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....
Chorus
Verse three： das efx
Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour
Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours
Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, second world tour
Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs
After, ？？？？ ？？？？, where？, in corridors
Figgity-fuck walls, i'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin
Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin
And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......
Chorus (x2)
Outro： skoob
Got the funds
This rap shit was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that
5.Set It Off
Verse one：dray, skoob
Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo？ (das efx)
My records spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, riggity-raw as i ever was
Diggy das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz
Same pro (what？), never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
Aiyo, boogie bang what the deal, son？ (yo)
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun？
Yo, when my record company fail, i'm gonna need bail (why？)
Flippin on coats like latrell sprewell
My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
Like females, cats is fake, i snap and break
Your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up
Not givin the one just give me ya cup
We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
Shows get wild like jerry springer, ice on all fingers
Frost bear, me and my girls fare
New york share politican, so
Hook：
So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(like that) i wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(like that) i wanna break fool, cock me back
Verse two： dray, skoob
Cos i'm too nice, rockin blue ice
Jet black ferrari runnin thru lights
My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight gz, you can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
？？？？, you can quote every word i wrote
My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug way, miggity-monday to sunday
Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
Stay hot like them chicks from baywatch
Bk, to the uk, all the way to guatalupe
Das got chicks shakin their booty
Cats actin unrul-ey, who they？
Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late
Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
Nuff respects to my efx generation
Hook
Verse three： dray, skoob
Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
Sixty, peace to low down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Devils stall, play the ball, went to heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slidin with the sickedness
You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this
Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack mc's i'm testin ya
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie bang, sewer rat buckwildin
Run the streets of brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a pad, you know my steez when i'm weeded
Bring rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or leave it, i got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to
feed
Hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea
Trees are blastin out my team, blast back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that
Hook (x1 1／2)
6.No Doubt
Kick ass nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad
Nine eight shit
Chorus：das efx
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
Yo, its diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon
Lets get it on what what
Lets get it on yeah yeah
Another new year, i got my crew here, lets get it on
Miggity make money money! yo, son i got the bomb
See me swervan, through the urban
Black suburban, puffing urban
Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon
See im learnin, while im earnin
Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin
Who wanna get stuck up
Or get fucked the fuck up？
Blucka, blucka blowe!
Bitch nigga your lucks up
Yo, im about to pull the plug out
Thug out, but rub out
Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit i set it for real when i bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug
out
Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
We represent the ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while i'm banned
At the thug house (tha'ts right)
Now your facing a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the line dude
Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here
Its rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every fucking where
Its un fucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame
Chorus - 2x
Say hello to the bad guy
Hmmhm, excuse me as i
Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why
We blow the spot up
Hit em with the uncut raw
Could be somewhat more
Advance with the product
You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that im willing to die for
First family style! its deep
You catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from these streets
See my higgity hard times
That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, its turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again
See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again
And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again
Any ground i roam i stand on it
Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it
Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what )
Put my mans on it ( what )
Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what )
The higgity hit squad and firing squad
We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next
millennia
Chorus - 2x
7.Rap Scholar(Original Version)
Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah
Chorus：(x2)
It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out.......
Verse one： dray, skoob
Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme
Diggy-das, redman bout to shine
Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo
Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno
I shine like a blue bee, who me？ you be
Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee
In factually, guaranteed to keep it live
Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive
A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so i can hang em
And boom bang em, i gets paid for droppin slang
I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine
I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect？ (expect)
I lay this flow then they pay me doe
Now everywhere we go it's on the radio
But yo, i'm not a show off, i come to drop the flow off
And make sure the top blow off, it's how i go off
Chorus (x2)
Verse two： redman
Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six
First of the month i got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brick
Sucker mc's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm
The dark ranger, call me don punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, i don't give a fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin i get my bangs on
Chorus (x2)
Verse three： dray, skoob
I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way
Tryin to get away with murder like oj
Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash
You come around here you get mashed
Like potatoes, because i hate those, oh lord yes
Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed
What's this？ tapped ya on the left breast
I guess i need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes
Yeah, yo, yo
I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin
Roastin in the corner just postin
Up, drinkin liquor out the cup
That's when i struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut
But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles
I knew that i could handle this no matter what the challenge is
Miss, what's your name and your game？
If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame
Chorus (x2)
8.Generation Efx
Biggidee back from vacation
Here to rock the whole nation
Diggie das epmd invation
Down diffa don, down diffa do, wiggidee one two
Til we do, wiggidee rock the fubu
The official, launch the missile
Blow the whistle at the art-official
Miggidee mix sure to south central
Forget you, like amnesia, biggidee 'bove the reefa
Cheap, but das came to please ya
Take the bever, now we back son, tougher action
Zoom das, zoom das, satisfaction
Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em
The hit squad, def squad still rockin' 'em
It's everytime we rock a bomb, we get ya mind open
The mic's blazin', smokin', he was chokin'
We don't remove walls, boom docks, plus the sua
We bring it to ya, we nightmare like freddy krueger
So call me drama, trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba
Eat tracks like jeffrey dahmer, from def jam
The east west check my streetbreath, no weak steps
Or rest with the ？？？, check my repetoir
Mangin' on the resevoir, i'm eatin' caviar
Ey yo i'm really try to do this far
Epmd and das efx cold blazin' it, no face in it
Got the whole world chasin' it, the scream show up
Never rock you like my boa, the ill flow up
Came back cause we knowed ya, another go round
Grab the mic, put the flow down, you court mo'
G minus 7, we 'bout to bring now
Represent my, generation!
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
(2x)
Diggidee yes yes yo, to the beat yo
No matter what the game, before you walk you got to crawl
Long term plannin', i make ya bounce like a mars, line affects
candy
And let the music play like zany
And feeds your eyes and what you never tought you see again
Diggidee das and nigga the epmd again
Ask the mildest skill
We built to puff trees and with ya now hit squad, kansas
The diggidee suck d's
All my niggaz sqeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze
Niggaz in the street keep figgaz, can't fuck with these niggaz
Show stop us, we off the baileys and the ruckus
Dread not a rasta, i'll be back asta
What the deal is son, ain't this some shit？
Caps frontin' for i even come out this bitch
You forget who we are？ recognize, we spark the benz
Then split the game to the kids
Now you wanna act like my crew, never happen
I've payed the way for rappin', last era
You can say what you want, i sit back and front
The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, you know
Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual
More it's the miracle, fly individual
Epmd and das efx might checkin' it
Side checkin' it!
Chorus (2x)
9.Rite Now
Intro／hook：
Rite now - shiggity-show em how my crew get down
Rite now - das efx puttin it down
Rite now - e'rybody raise it up
Rite now - we about to blaze it up
＊repeat＊
Verse one： dray, skoob
Diggity-drop the new talk, from jersey and new york
We holdin down the fort in the sport, what y'all thought？
Diggy-das what？ lick off shots and hip-hop
It don't stop, i riggity-rock blocks when my shit drop
Boogie bang banger, cock back the rap hammer
Bust grammar, i stay bent like a coathanger
(niggity-no manners) up in here with my skullie on
Fully on, riggity-rockin fatigues like desert storm
Yo, figgity-face it, we lace it, far from basic
Taste it, shine like diamonds in ya bracelet
(higgity-hey kid) me and my squad about to blow
Let it go, briggity-bringin the hook and let em know
Hook
Verse two： skoob, dray
Yo, yo
I bought a glock off a puerto rock (where？)
Off a block and fo' green back when i was 14
Now my thug's punk crilli, the thug willies
We're mack milli, cowardly cats get smacked silly
Wanna beef？ get back, on and the street get splashed
From your cheek, past your ass til your feet.....
Crab nigga duck shiggity-shots from the aimed glocks
Fall on your head like raindrops til your brain pops
Yo yo
I got a chick that'll lie for me
Die for me, shoot ya in your eye for me
Get high with me, the unfadeable, ungradeable
You wiggity-waste your time cos i'm unrateable
See, figgity-find me in the benz on the backstreet
Listenin to blackstreet, fuckin in the back seat
What？ '98 thug mania, bring the pain to ya
And ain't no savin ya when i start blazin ya
Hook (x1 1／2)
10.Whut Goes Around
One time
Intro／chorus：das efx, miss jones
Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around
Comes around, comes around
Das efx we goin out, so yo bust the way it's comin down
Another day, another plot to scheme
Stock to cream, kiggity-can't stop my team
Can't stop my team
Verse one： dray, skoob
Well iggity-open up, let me in so i could begin
Roll film at the slim trim ready to win
I got the (what？), head rocker, getcha tipsy like vodka
Don't mean to shock ya but i operate like a doctor
Show 'n' tell, excell past the start
(makin grand with my man) pushin luxury cars
Rock an ill rap (word), still strapped wit the rhymes
Diggy das blow your mind, no doubt, one of a kind
Niggity-no digga, the tiggity-tongue flipper, the funk ripper
The bum sticker, d' ？？？ what nigga
I'm iggity-out to make a bundle in all spots
Like the tiggity-tunnel, we start bleedin from the concrete
Jiggity-jungle, we holdin it down, son, no diggedy
Niggas be wettin the flow, wet the flow, slippery
Hickory dickory, what up doc？ we bust shots
Niggity-nuff props to all my people prayin up top
Chorus (x2)
Verse two： dray, skoob
Yo
It's miggity-me dray, what can i say？ the flow's tight
See we do it all night just to keep the crowd high
By the side off the richter, get the spot rockin
No, we're never stoppin, higgity-hip-hoppin
The hit squad, takin charge, no diggy
Riggity-rip the flow and ya know we gets busy (kid)
When we come thru, miggity 1-2 mic check
So boogie bang diggity-drop your slang, they can't stretch
Yeah, yo, yo
I'm figgity-from the illest part of town, we get down to get
found
So swim or drown, kid, kiggity-come up short or hold it down
Biggity-been to mad places, seen all these changin faces
Court cases, and riggity-rip shows for all races
Son, i diggity-do my thing for the cream, the higgity-hip-hop
fiend
Kiggity-call me the dream like hakeem
Figgity-finger on the trigger, vision on the sparrow
The diggy dark shadow, holdin it down and camouflage your town
Chorus
Verse three： skoob, dray
Higgity-hungry man like swanson, give up like charles bronson
And giggity-guess it's just the things i do like ？？？？ ？？？？
Got these hookers car hoppin, and stiggity-star gazin
Keep em movin, i'm wiggity-with my mans and that needs no provin
？？？ ？？？？ p-e-t, see me on b-e-t
I roll with pmd, and see we d-i-p, my stee
Lo, stiggty-stay in a diggy-day out
I keep it way out, it's diggy das, kid, never played out
Chorus (x2)
＊missjones crooning to fade＊
＊das efx giving shout outs＊
11.Make Noise
Hardcore, (hardcore)
For the world
Yo, check it out
Intro／chorus：
Now all my hardcore niggas make noise (hooooo!!)
And all the honeys gettin money make noise (no doubt!!)
And if you're down with hip-hop make noise (make noise!!)
............and ya don't stop
Verse 1： books, dray
I be, boogity woogity brooklyn boy, the nigga that you could
never be
Forget it kid, your style is limited like a cherokee
Kiggity calm and deadly, i play the low like r.kelly
Kiggity killer top up in this hip-hop game, it's the.....
Diggity das, we biggity back with the formula
So kid, i'm warnin ya, we're figgity fed and bout to corner
y'all
Kiggity krazy drayzie, no doubt, i brought the poisons
It's me and my boys, son, we're biggity back to bring the noise
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Yo, biggity back to rock your knot (no diggedy)
I do it til infinity (so make some noise if you're feelin me)
Hip-hop'll never stall or fall cos i'ma carry it (yeah, yo, yo)
And marry it and keep it (up on) ＊？slap and heavier？＊
C'mon, higgity hey-high, fuck the ho
Buffalo soldier, i told ya, i be the
Jibbity jibber jabber, biggity bigger, badder
Quickity quick to crack the skulls of punk commercialised
rappers
A tasket, a tisket, i riggity rip shit
Smoke the books in re-verse when i flips shit
So hip-hip, hooray, new style, niggity new day
A shiggity shooby dooby, yo piggity pass it to me
So i can wriggity rap, catch wreck and let it off
Get it off, biggity blow mad spots and set it off
Riggity represent the east, no peace, it's hard times
Hard crimes, that's why we get down wit hard rhymes
Chorus (x3)
12.New Stuff
Boogie banger, krayzie drayzie, word up
Yeah yeah, rock-rock on
Hit squad world supremacy, kid
Whattup？ , rock-rock on....., yeah
Rock-rock on....., keep it live, du
Yo
Verse one： skoob
We on some wiggity-world renowned, comin back for the crown
Time to show these rappin cats how diggity-das get down
Still keepin real, smoke el's and still pack steel
Stiggity-still be on the streets of bk with cat skill
Oil rap spill, riggity-rhymin over tracks ill
I rock the benz, i rock the range, bliggity-black grill
Kid go pro, sellin ten and a half mil
It's the end of the world so mc's write ya will
Boogie bang throw fatigues on then strike to kill
Sewer rats underwater, formin, rap seals
Riggity-reppin on the regular, bliggity-black, i'm tellin ya
Emergency, call up p on the cellular
911, escape the hood on tour
So riggity-radio cats can take the tapes off pause
We're overseas on the bomb, chevrolet, yukon
Reunion (the hit squad, def squad), let's get it on
Chorus：
Das efx - riggity rock rock on rock on
Hit squad - riggity rock rock on rock on
P-boy - riggity rock rock on rock on
Jersey - riggity rock rock on rock on
Brooklyn - riggity rock rock on rock on
Uptown - riggity rock rock on rock on
Killer queens - riggity rock rock on rock on
Strong isle - riggity rock rock on rock on
Verse two： dray
Piggity-pockets tight, diggy-das on the website
Cops and 'stop' signs, niggas is red lights
Kiggity-can't get too deep cos the feds tapped the mic
Generation efx, ressurrect as jesus christ
Riggity-rippin it, for die-hard fans continuous
War with us, the whole industry on the injured list
Diggity-das efx, dray and skoob snap necks
We're liggity-livin, eatin off these here rap cheques
Fancy cars, women, epmd, p-a, richmond
In this rap game, giggity-get in where you fit in
Fit in where you get like mines, on your man's friend
Collect platinum like jordan collect championships
Biggity-bust a cannon, like punani keep the system slammin
Doin 90 in augusta-made lex landin
Shorty feelin this, to shiggity-shake that ass, get busy, girl
Das efx biggity-back off to disneyworld
Chorus
Pmd - riggity rock rock on rock on
Das efx - riggity rock rock on rock on
Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on
Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on
＊shoutouts to end＊
13.Take It Back
Intro：
One for the treble, two for the bass
P-m-d let's rock this place
Return lies the power, try to push up and get devoured
To pushin power, black explorer with the eddie bauer
Xl, el reefer puffer sells
My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails
Dwell, stale mad plus i make now
No details, first-class flight with the females
Epmd-dot-com, spread as e-mail
Stocks retail, push the quality s-t-l
You know the scoop now when i swoop down
Blast or shoot now, hit squad set the route down
From hot 9-7 to 1-0-6 daily mix
Parrish smith handlin biz like a clerk, kid
Break：
Das efx (are the best)
(rock the speaker) d-e-f-x
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I riggity-roll when i rock, rock when i roll
Like dmc it's the devastatin mic control
I never fold under pressure, time to get ill
Diggy das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real
I rolled up, strolled up, put my cigarette out
Peep shorty on my left tryin to figure me out
'how to get up in that ass？' what i'm thinkin about
In the biggity-black benz just diggin her out
B-boy style (what what？？), you know we're all wild
Biggity-back from the sewer, check the profile
The doe-getter, the show-ripper, the flow-setter
My flow sicker, keep it drunk like some liquor
Break
Yo, yo, yo
Hit squad, usu-al suspects who bust necks
Love sex, wriggity-wreck these thugs and roughnecks
In these, dark streets (yo yo), my squad creep
Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete
By the light i got chicks that sound alright
They buy me ice, porbably in the phone books of heidi fleiss
Abara-cadabara, turn skin to battlescars
Nasty like caviar, glass mc's i shatter y'all
Lyrical sabotage, peace to aguilar
Roll l's for my thuns from the slums to the town
(brooklyn) where i'm from, got me numb to the world
Break
14.Change(Cd Only)
Intro／chorus：(＊sample of queen's 'sail away sweet sister'＊)
Hey little babe, you're changin
Babe are you feelin sore？
Ain't no use in dancin
Don't wanna play no more
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 1： drayz
Well yo, yo, waddup？
Boo, how ya doin？ let's go walk and talk
See i ain't about to hawk, i plans to make this short
See i been (where？) in the sewer liggity layin with the crew
(true)
And wiggity watchin all the changes that you're goin thru
Now walk, first of all we all can tell you're feelin sore
And that's for sure, niggity now raw like how you was before
I saw you last year, change from the past year
Hit the fast gear, kniggity knew you couldn't last here
You piggity past here, higgity had to hold you down
But then you turned around and stiggity started standing cross
town
You gettin a bad name in the fast lane
Gettin a bad frame, niggity not the same and that's a damn shame
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2： skoob
Yo
Shorty rappin what the deal？ iggity ain't heard from me in a
while
See, once a man and twice a child but in your case it's wiggity
wild
Let's break the ice and liggity light this weed
Remember you was schoolin me when you was only a seed
Now it's time to school you cos see i'm a nigga that's true
If we ain't see it in the streets, my crew, we heard it from you
A few couldn't understand cos you was raised in the street
To each his own, whiggity where you layed your hat was your home
None see the shining sea, you been the star on tv
See i only knew you by face til i met my nigga p
Piggity put me on to you, tiggity told me to shine
So when you had the time, iggity i had the rhyme
Started runnin with them kids and keepin up with them trends
I never took it as a diss cos me and you was just friends
But now your man's got you on some other garbage
C. deloris tucker got you thinkin murder charges
Plus them same cats flipped on you, dissin you
Cos you're sample says 'you ain't original', i wanted to get rid
of you
But who would figure you would try to play both sides？
You honey rides, you look at your reflection through my eyes, no
lies
Chorus (x2)
Verse 3： drayz, skoob
And naw man
Now some people are tryin to ban you but they don't understand
you
Like me and my man do, when all the drama that you ran thru
(so thankyou) for the benz, thankyou for the rims and timbs
Thankyou for the friends, thankyou for the ends that i spend
Thankyou for the weed and all the times you took me overseas
And thankyou for the dreams and all the fans that i please
Thanks from all hardcore, thanks for lettin me be a member
And thanks for lettin me rock your party, shorty just remember
I'll be tender when you're weared, for you's a diamond in the
rough
You want the fuck, i know you feel sore but higgity hush
Biggity baby you diggity don't try
We're gon' held you down til the diggity day that we die
Chorus (x2)
15.Rap Scholar
Yeah yeah
Who it is son？
Chorus：
It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out... everybody, everybody
Chorus
Verse one：
Aiyyo my dogs hold heat, control the whole street
And when it's time to bust, they don't get cold feet
You know it's me, cause some say the boat rocker
Big mac not the whopper, peace to big poppa
The showstopper, like salt-n-pepa, rhyme wrecka
Friggidy-front on this, i won't letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue
Diggidy das efx, redman, comin through
We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly
But what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me
I, represent my ground, so yo what up now？
Non-believers hatin what the fuck now？
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New york, everybody; cali, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.c., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Verse two： redman
Aiyyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six
First of the month i got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brick
Sucker mc's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm
The dark ranger, call me don punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, i don't give a fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin i get my bangs on
East coast, everybody; west coast, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Up north, everybody; down south, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Verse three：
Biggidy-bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the angle, now who wanna tangle？
Click-clack, get back, dunn let me rip that
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
You showboatin, get your whole frame broken
Found floatin, somewhere in hoboken
No jokin, jump out the benz bubble
Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle
Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the ins
And outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way
Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go
Trust me if it's runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo
Facin towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the air
Cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine
Blow your spot up, cause yo i gotta, get this ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New york, everybody; cali, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.c., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
＊fade out＊
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