1.Intro(Once Again)
2.No Diggedy
Intro／chorus：
No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind？
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime？
No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind？
No diggedy - das efx we rip it e'rytime
＊repeat＊
Verse 1： dray, books
Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin
at'cha
Check the rapture that i miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (no
doubt)
We roll like michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
Flowin steadily, yo boogie banger rizzy ready g？
I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock wally tails
Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and i tell ya one thing
Diggity das efx we run things, hunting
Down hardcore clowns and love singers
And i got more styles than brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, mc's wanna stiggity stress me
Tickity talkin more trash than a hefty
Heaven-to-betsy when dray spark the sess, we left
You faggot mc's marked for death
Chorus
Verse 2： dray, books
I line up rappers then i drop em like they're dominos (no
diggedy!)
And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (no diggedy!)
We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
Phiggity-phone and then it's on because i'm just the type-uh
And ain't no diggedy, i flow until infinity, you must be kiddin
me
Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to pmd, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black benz 500
I riggity rap like saram from here to pakistan
Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the ＊？backra？＊ or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
B-k-l-y-n we no joke!
Chorus
Verse 3： dray, books
Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
Diggy das efx you know the text we never slackin
We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin
Niggas be actin shady!!!!
So i got eyes behind my back and i biggity black the 80
Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
Beg your pardon but mc's is a pain like ？？？？
Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
My sound is strictly hardcore underground
Chorus x1 1／2
3.Knockin' Niggaz Off
(the way it's goin down in the underground)
＊repeat＊
Chorus (x3)：
We just be knockin niggaz off, knockin niggaz out
Verse 1： dray, skoob
Well let me get busy on the track one time, who's this？
It's diggity das efx and, yo, you know we never miss (never miss
uh)
Cos son you know i get mine a day
I don't play so hey, check the shit i say (dray)
I'm comin thru with the flow and, yo, my nigga boogie banger
Flipped from here all the way to alabama
And, yo, you know i gots to get nice, precise
And plus i get the slice from dice
So boogie banger, son i know you got my back
React, cos on the track you never come wack
Yo the boogie banger bringin danger to the rap game (no doubt)
I kick a rhyme and rip the spine out'cha back frame
Yeah, i'm at the peak of my career
And wacked niggaz ain't got a motherfuckin prayer
I swear this day must be my lucky (why？)
Cos niggaz wants ta be me and bitches wanna fuck me
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2： skoob
Sufferin suckertash, another smash is in the makers, niggaz
hatin
My stiggity styles, they bringin home the bacon
It's the east coast niggaz, we rolls niggaz like whatevers
My place or your place, northface and levers
Hot 'n' tated, i ain't afraid of you
Mc's who wanna test me, so let's see what you made've
Put ya batter up and you'll get your batter shot
No matter what season, i'm comin thru, ha
Chop-fullin nut-swingin the funk worker
I quick to flip a mic just like a wave can flip a surfer
I'm first to rope a dragon, and the oki-choki style be a
forgotta
For nutta, when i heat up the flow i spit lava
Packin 'istol that cream your army like some ？？？ crystal
Wipin out mc's like i had the fuckin swiffle
It's too tragic, fat like blue magic, you faggot
I bring your whole fuckin crew saggy
Chorus (x4)
Verse 3： dray
Yah, uh, yo
Well um, here i come so do me if you can
But i'ma end your shit like pdp did mc sham (yeah yeah nigga)
I keep it goin, son you know i never stop
We hold it down the block and got the real hip-hop
Now cock your glock and money bust a few
The crew - it's diggity das efx i though you knew
Chorus (x6)
(the way it's goin down in the underground)
(the underground)
4.Here We Go
Yo it's the slick fuckin trick-tight nigga from the heights
again
I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like ＊？micalin？＊
So i pretend to be somethin that you ain't
You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust, i'll do ya
somethin sick
I'm bad to the bone, gnaws at the gristle
Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what？) fuck mr whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl i might tickle (c'mon)
I drink gold e like fred d drank the ripple
Word to god, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis
That shit got to go, i cock back, shot the flow pow!
Caught, now hook em to the respirator drip
The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator
Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light
At the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit
Chorus：
Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dumped
Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go
＊repeat x3＊
Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna
40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in my territory (word up)
You think ya clever son but you're never son
Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like edison
I think ya better run cos i'm comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when i catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When i blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I kicks the mad shit, i come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo i guess by now ya know, so
Chorus
Well now i got you niggas stumblin, i see you fumblin, kill the
mumblin
Cos when i'm on the track i'm never wacked when i be rumblin
Like dis, like dat, i'm fatter than the fattest
Niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin
baddest
You got the saddest but yo you're just a pussy
My fuckin girl'll make you do the wa-toosie
You need protection when in my section
With the injection, the number one in my fuckin collection
I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it
Til you try it, i come deep like a riot
Ya can't deny it, i keep it on lock
A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don't stop
I'm on the scene with the nicotine puffer
I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture
Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga
I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas
Perhaps wacked niggas need to play the back step
I got styles with days but styles ain't even hatch-ed
I'm super fly hatin but never violatin
We use to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher
lately
Rhyme-sayers need prayers cos sniper's gettin hot
When you make the sign of the cross, x marks the spot
Ill clips to my ribs with my niggas to the side
3-80 stash in the 3-25
Oops i'm at the eight now, bees think i push
More rock than mr slay, i'm fat like ricki lake
Chorus
Here we go
Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, axe how we go
Here we go
Here we go, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, axe how we go
Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how we go
Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, act like we kniddow
Word up
5.Real Hip-hop(Original Version)
6.Here It Is
Yeah, here it is
Do it like this
Comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss..
Here it is
Back up in the scene,
Here to make the green
And niggaz out there know just what i mean
I ride the beat like a jockey,
Short and stocky
Never sloppy
The honeys wanna clock and knock me
It don't shock me,
I see it all the time,
Get a little fame and now a nigga look as fine as wine
I know the game because i study
Me and my buddy
Ain't nuttin funny niggaz know the sewer style is nutty
Give me the money cuz i'm tryin to make a million
Rollin with my clique and yo we dick like a sicilian
Bringing the drama for the masses
Whippin niggaz asses,
So get ya glasses time for classes
I take my chances, i gots to go for broke
So knocka don't provoke, just chill and roll a smoke,
It aint no joke i know you recognize the sound,
It's diggety das efx and this is how we gettin down
Here it is...etc.
Dollar dollar dollar place your bets across the table
One mo' time cuz its show time without the cable
Holdin down the spot and any wack penetrators
Is fallin to the flames of my rap incinerators
I'm afraid i got some bad news for crews
By the twos son it's hard like booze so don't snooze
I'm throwin jabs, hooks and uppercuts to your face yeah,
Hittin you with the perfect combination like stacie,
That is sure i be the jibber jabber jour
I'm gettin perilous
The skunk derelict ghetto lyrical specialist
Say yes its thick
The restless clique
From pmd to fool with the lexus whip
Now true indeed a few mc's they just don't know what they doin
Cuz when i smoke the blunt, nigga,
They just had the blunt canoein'
So yo, now i gotta dis cause niggaz piss me off
The way that y'all be rhymin if you want like doggie diamond
Here it is...
Crazy trazy, holding down the block
I riggedy rock the miggedy microphone nonstop,
You bitin rappaz better exit cause when i flex it
You won't neglect it cuz when you least expect it
Kid i wreck shit
Bring it from the sewer
Miggedy mic check can't forget the one two-a
The incredible man of the season
Here's the reason its the rhymes i'm releasing
It aint no joke that's how we do it nowadays
Bring it from the sewer wreck shit and then we sways
Another dat another buck-fuck
What nigger please
I'm overdue wit these foes niggaz i'm bustin out ya toes
To get ya dancin
Son i even got my crew makin hits like charles manson
Kids nappin, can't forget the ransom.
I'm not so handsome
So when i pickup my pen my temper tantrum
Overcome it like voodoo,
And i'm rougher than bruise you
Sharp like cold crystal
Yo my niggaz told istal？
I don't eat the beef pork or the goat tissue
Black i blast a missile penetratin through ya radar
Hey star ya style's horrible like fuckin haggar
Hip hip hooray-k
A the eye swella
The one who be hittin the bitches blue black to high yella
It's the boogie banga
Better yet the banger of the boogie
A black champion like my hoodie
Here it is....
7.Microphone Master
Verse 1：dray
I iggity am what i am
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all i still proceed to slam, i cram
To understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the books and drayzie
Big-up to jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
See me in the black benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what？), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin
near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when i'm speakin
Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin
My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask
You better answer who's the microphone master
Hook (x4)：
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Verse 2： skoob
Well yo, here's the humdinger, i'm briggity bringin a new style
of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get
a mansion
By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent
And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, guess, ol' gold and sess
I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the cats of villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
So the skunk and thai keep me high when i'm smokin
And i don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See i believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
The inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to haitian, ？？？？ jamaican
Burn mc's like degrees of mason because you're fakin
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
Hook (x4)
Verse 3： skoob, dray
I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats! i'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt cos yo i be's the brooklyn trooper
And i got more spunk than that punk from punky brewster
Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo
I run shit like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo
I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like tomko or hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, i'm clown for whatever like
nuttin nice
Big-up to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 mc's, please! i never heard of some
We need to murder some like colin ferguson
But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best ta come clean like j-rule and ＊？felix sunder？＊
I'm buggin like gristle, see i suggest you
Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow i go until it's time to leave
Believe i'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
Hook to fade
8.40 ＆ A Blunt
Intro：
Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh
Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha
Skunk hash in the house
Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin
Sess sess on the sack, uhh uhh
Verse 1：
Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother
like
Cherries
Niggas wanna follow but they know my style varies
I smoke like a fire and i drink like a fish
I be the rapper junkie gettin funky, never miss a diss (boy)
Now is it just me or is it you too？
But all i wanna do is spark a blunt and drink some fuckin brew
(me too
Nigga)
The weed smoker, mc provoker
No joker, my style be doper cos it fat like oprah
Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon
Timberland boots'll keep my fuckin jeans saggin
Pour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we missin
It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissin
This ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go (c'mon)
We're only smokin phillies, white owls or optimols
We've got the flows that are better with every letter
I keep it wetter, niggas better get they shit together
To raise the lever cos we're never goin out
So if you didn't know when, nigga this what we about (boy)
We about uhh
Chorus：
A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know, you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know my stee, you know my steelo)
＊repeat＊
Verse 2：
Ashes to ashes and blunt to blunt
See i fill em with thai or i fill em with skunk (punk)
I keeps it on lock but son i gots to come correct (what？)
The shit that i be smokin get'cha open like a tek
Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise
And i smoke so much boom that i should win a fuckin heisman and
wise like
The wise
I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo)
Sick of niggas askin 'yo what up with k solo？'
Well i'ma fuckin bastard when it comes to gettin blasted
If it's the hashish then fuck that ole two-in-passion
Cos oh my god, i hog the blunt like a boss
Baby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me source
Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws
When it's down to the spit like tela rocks and it's yours
Just take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your slits
So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips
Nigga cos i crack you up like the riddler (word up)
Plus i come to get higher than hitler
Lay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape stretchin
From a section to niggas on lock in state correction
So when i'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo)
If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thru
How we do
Chorus to fade
9.Buck-buck
Skoob and dray giving shoutouts＊
Chorus：
Well give a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 1： skoob
Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah
yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum
Now i'm stronger and i'm faster, thicker than your pasta
I got more styles than most mc's can master
I'm (what？) d-wilin, (what？) three stylin (what what？？)
regardless
Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the shit, it
And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (what？) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip (whip)
You see i walk with a (bop bop), i talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit
For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
Chrous：
So get the buck-buck (here)
And the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (buck here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there there)
From the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the
air, yeah)
Verse 2： dray
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis
(penis)
You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin
venus
Boy, i mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny
(corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, i'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're
foamy
Wit that weak shit, i freak shit like i'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), i'm gonna
roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like 'who dis？' (who dis？), i break the
answer (answer)
Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why？) because i rock like a camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow
(flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo)
How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me!
(ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit
(yeah)
Check shit, i be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that's the way i flip it on a angle
You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled
Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers
If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo)
Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!)
I'm risin in your ？？？？ and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me
(lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga
choose me)
Chorus：
So give a buck-buck
And a buck-buck there
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the air
＊repeat to fade＊
10.Intro(Hold It Down)
11.Can't Have Nuttin'
Intro：
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nowadays yo)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas niggas nowadays yo
Verse 1： dray
Well yo, they used to say that dray was a motherfuckin bum
Cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn't gettin none
The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
Now i'm in the shit, like a fly i was buggin
From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
Playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis balls
I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
I packed a tray-8, in dem days i was playin for keeps
I used to roll around my hat and all day
Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway
Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy
Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey
'86 and '87 was the year
Had the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah
Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
See yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
The beats was always showin up at my rest
Askin 'does a certain drayzie live at this address？ yes？'
The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!
I hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded
Virginia state in '88, you know that's where i landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough
Chorus：
Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( yo niggas just can't have
nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (nowadays yo)
＊repeat x2＊
Verse 2： skoob
Yo bust a move, peep the flav
Cos i'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something years ago as i proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off bushwick
Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the ＊？vock？＊ and fifth
Damn, fam got to shift
From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
But now the crib a little bigger
I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
Mom's babysittin, pop's on the hustle
54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle
Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
Believe me, another 'rest in peace' in graffitti
But i couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
Cos now i'm 'cross town in the heights
My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for
the fun
Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums
And motherfuckers don't care
I love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
Kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar
But i got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor
And do moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper
So what's the caper cos now i'm all in
At virginia state, now let the bullshit begin
Chorus：
Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have
nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin'
yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin'
yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin',
nuttin')
Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Verse 3： dray, skoob
It was '89 and yo, i'm stayin out of fights
I'm runnin with this nigga named books from crown heights
Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up
We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up
Well nigga so what？ you fucked the holdup and went whatevers
Then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my shit together
Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function
Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin
We're goin huntin, virginia didn't have shit for us
That's why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus
Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin
But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram
(aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)
And yo, something got ta happen or i'ma get tha pappin
We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin
Packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot
Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock,
what？
If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew
Makin all that money on that business as usual
(tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin
They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island
So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz
And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays
Chorus：
Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
nuttin' yo)
Word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
nuttin')
Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
nuttin')
(yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have
nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
Nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have
nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(well now they got me rockin on the microphone)
(niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)
Nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'
12.Alright
Intro：
＊alright＊ (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby？
Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out
Verse 1： skoob
To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip
(yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what？) ？？？？
Til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what？)
Ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6
Your shit be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the
adjectives
Shittin on mc's like i just took a laxative
Now niggas know i gives a fuck about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet
Like this, boy!
Hook：
＊alright＊ (x8)
Verse 2： dray
Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word
up)
We're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli
With houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight
nigga)
Chorus (x14)
Verse 3： dray, skoob
To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not i stop it
I make it by the bucket so fuck it, i stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe
I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
Back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way i wreck
Fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title
My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again
The books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit
To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like luke doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done？ never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, i got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin
Plus i got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin
for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox
(so how we do？) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and
(what you
Got？)
More styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)
Chorus to fade
13.Hold It Down
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy das nigga, diggy das what what？？
Yeah what？
Intro／chorus：
Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 1： dray, skoob
I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're genesis
Now what the hell is this i heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, i got more rhymes than run got adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The boogie banger tell me what the hell's the art for？
Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the boogie bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder 'could he hang？'
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what？)
'nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis'
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject
Chorus
Verse 2： skoob, dray
＊？miggity mog？＊ it's the prince of darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when i come thru they be like 'oooh look, the man!'
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook japan
Well all i need is my 40, some buda and my timbs
My biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time i watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of vodka, i rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when i'm spillin it i'm fillin it, check how i'm killin it
Chorus
Verse 3： dray, skoob
But a'time i write a rhyme i takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana
I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo i got ta....
Chorus (x2)
Outro： dray
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga mo bee wit the real hip-hop
(got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity das efx wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga pmd wit the real hip-hop (hit squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga dj scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
14.Dedicated
Intro／chorus：
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Verse 1： dray, skoob
Yo
Well if the honeys think i'm stuck up, i tell em 'shut the fuck
up'
And you can get'cha man, i bet a grand he gettin broke up
So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly
Really？ we're on the road again just like willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls
Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the
evans
But fuck the good times, we packin weapons
Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style
reign
Puttin mc's thru style change
And if you want me then you got to come get me
I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50-
1, two rum shots chased precise
Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice
Thinkin i might beat the hurt, i'm not him
And i'ma get paid and fool like rakim
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Well here i come, word, yo this be my third release
I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
To the crews payin dues in the background
How my rap sound？ yo boogie banger bring it back now
Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out
I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out
Actin fly, jack passed me by
Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye
No lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle
Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle
Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack
Backs before i put a whoopin on that ass
Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well
Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell
Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it
We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick
Admit it, i'm right to rough so tighten up
I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what？
Chorus (x4)
To all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
To all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
＊shout outs＊
15.Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
Intro：
Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one time (no diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
(＊ready to rock rough rhymes＊----＞ redman) yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
(＊ready to rock rough rhymes＊)
Here we go, yeah yeah
(yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)
Verse 1： pmd, c-dogg
Cos i does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo i'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like i'm wessun
So come equipped and i don't slip (why？)
Cos if you slip i sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do？
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop
Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know i'ma get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l
And i don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner
Hook (x8)：
(＊ready to rock rough rhymes＊)
Verse 2： c-dogg, pmd
Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin
Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that
nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, i never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo i'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)
Hook
Verse 3： dray, books
Well lemme come and get a little bit, son i'm feelin it, it's
the bubbly
Niggas know the deal i got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid i bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and
plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad i wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when i see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, i sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this
Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash i bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then i hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter,
cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, i'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, i don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga i'm
Hook
Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)
Y'nah how we do!
16.Represent The Real
17.Comin Thru'
Intro／chorus：
Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, i'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what？ wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Verse one： dray, skoob
Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like brandy
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
And i been drinkin st.ives before dem commercials
I puff a el everytime i gotta write again
So i can climb the fuckin charts like spiderman
Yo yo, i be the books but don't confuse me with scholasis
Boy, i'll still sink your head like i was st.john the baptist
Spot-blower especially when i'm not sober
Twisted in the head i'm seein red like october
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin ？？？？
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, i'm bout to shove anover
Blunt, where i two-talk, it's new york undercover
And i don't have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru'
Chorus
Verse two： dray, skoob
I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don't own a harley, you're what they call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g？
I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin
This ain't craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super dave
I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo
Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck？
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when i'm diggity droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour
Distortin my behaviour (check it out)
Tootz, i'm in it for the panties, fuck the grammys
It's the books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
And when i come thru i'm wit my crew like this
Comin thru
Chorus
(comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what？ blowin up the spot, punk you know we never
miss
(comin thru wit my crew like this)
(yeah yeah, i'm wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru
＊conversation to end＊
18.Hardcore Rap Act
Intro／hook (x2)
(＊the hardcore rap act is back!＊)
(＊ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin？＊) hardcore!!!
(＊the hardcore rap act is back!＊)
(＊no i, no i ain't smilin＊)
Verse 1： dray
Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that i was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then i swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
Kid i crumble shit, motherfuckers know i never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
Cos in a second i'ma pull a fuckin tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when i kick
Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin
dick
Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
Or broken, no jokin, i shoot them ＊？in them rise？＊
Fuckin with das you wind up in hos-
-pital, so bust my riddle when i reveal it
If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
Cos yo...
Hook (x2)
Verse 2： skoob, dray
Now to my style there is no equal, boy i'm lethal like some
tumours
My crew be strokin bitches like i used to stroke my pumas
Wit my toothbrush, see i do just what i wanna
I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the government
But i be snappin on mc's like your bitch snap on double mega of
a shotty
And a burner and i keeps the 2 ready
To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that i would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See i smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons
Well it's the d-a-s, i can't forget the e-a
F-a to the x so when i flex y'know i bein
A fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me
I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
I couldn't care less for them, i'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
Never actin broke cos yo i sold a fuckin record
I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
Don't try to trap my rap cos yo i'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it
Uhh
Hook (x2)
Verse 3： skoob
Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer
I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in attica
From more ways and your ways i rip shit like dat
Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the
superdest
Flow, son you'll get no wins cos i been
Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
Quick i rip shit to bits like piranha
When i blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda
And when i come thru i'm hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
That fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't pirrelli
Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
I'm weeded up, yo dice i need a cut
Bring it!
Hook (x2)
Hardcore!!!
＊repeat＊
19.Bad News
(＊here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news＊) (x8)
(skoob)
Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew
got niggas
Nervous (nervous)
Son the word is we on some rule the shit like ＊？kervis？＊ (i rule
the world)
Blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please
I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella
I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit
I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this
Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee
Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga
A second wasted is a dollar lost
Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor
So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin
Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island
(pmd)
It's pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin
I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin
Kid i'm zonin, it's on and i'm back up on the block
(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock)
Puls i knock (what？) niggas out the box quickly
Kid i'm strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me
Yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot
(dray)
It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got
Check the clock if you don't know the fuckin timin
Well i'm rhymin, i'm shinin like a motherfuckin diamond
Kill the whinin cos i'm in effect like this
(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never
miss
The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year
It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah
(what？) ya catch a bullet in ya gut
And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt
Hut one two, hut three
We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g
Uhh, what？？？
(＊here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news＊)
＊repeat to fade＊
20.Real Hip-hop
Well on your marks and get set
And cant forget to go
Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe)
Yo..you niggedy know that im back man
Your wack man／i eat a nigga like i'm pacman
I biggedy bring it／straight form the cella
For reala, packin more hits than lou pinella
I swella／nigga in his eye if he tess me
You dont impress me
Ey yo books bring the rest g...
Uhh..one time for yo mind
Eh yo what up its..
The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt
We the ruffest dream team
Reign supreme like a cutlass
Get duckets the dough
Cant touch the flow
It's me the nigga wit g'z
The b double o k-s
On top that i'll bus your caliber
When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica
Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas
Your all up in my face／wanna sell my tape niggas
So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got
(blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop
Chorus
To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop)
Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop)
To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit)
Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit)
Eh okiedokie
Next nigga ta quote me
I hope he got more miracles than smokey
Wont be no discussion／strictly bumrushin
Head rushin like gotti
Your in my dangerfield like rodney
So howdy／let me introduce for my peeps
Straight from the sewer
Sayin true to the streets
Well it's me crazy drazy
Bringin up the rear
I swear／we got to hold it down here yeah
So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up
Turn the heat up
And smiggedy smoke all the weed up
Kids i beat up／wit my style thats the newest
My crew is／runnin more ruckus than carl lewis
It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top
So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block
Chorus
Yo mc's is irrelevant
And delicate to the texture
And this style of mines is well defined like webster
Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber
When i get stone like sharon from sliver
Equppied ta／riggedy rip the microphone to shreds
Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head...
Well i connect my rhymes like lego
So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco
You need more than maaco
I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul
Im here to school yall
Figgedy faggots like rupaul
I throw a screwball and strike out the mc
And if he temps me
I knock em out like jack dempsey
I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness
The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished
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