Rah Digga Dirty Harriet

1.Intro


2.Harriet Thugman

Rah digga
The harriet tubman of hip hop has returned baby
C'mon!

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


3.Tight

Yeah, rah digga.. flipmode, outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it

Cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin south of the hudson, new jerusalem
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
With doo rags hangin from my pockets
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

Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah digga in tha house and plans is tight
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
See me in the camel range rover
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls


Who the tightest？ i rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for midas, but i want the highest
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
Cuz i get you open like the comin of the pope
When i group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
My outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin
Down to they x and y chromosome
Cuz i'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a crx


Tight, tight, aight？
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight.. tight!
Tight, tight aight？
And the plans is tight
Tight..


4.What They Call Me

'one two' 'rah digga'
'one two' 'rah digga'
'one two' 'rah digga'
'one two' '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

The r-the a-the h-the d-the i-the g-the g-the a (come again!)

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


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, b-girl original
Boy wonder, chocolate latte (hooo!)
What the chicks say, hoes might oppose
But most chicks happy i can rock without takin off my clothes
And all the niggas say 'damn, this bitch is tight
Ain't heard a broad rip like that since mc lyte' (come on)

Chorus 8x


5.Do The Ladies Run This

Do the ladies run this motherfucker？
(hell yeah!)
Do the ladies run this motherfucker？
(hell yeah!)
Put it down for the bitches all across the map
All the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through
Do or die is what you gon' do
I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed
With my skills stay on your toes like high heels
And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, blade gon' bend the rules
Lock the street coming through with more rocks than pete
I'm into jewels i will not repeat
Y'all obsolete, sonya blade y'all
It's murder when they drop the beat
I spit it once
I'm hungry spit at lunch
One take, i hate boxes so i don't punch
I got a hunch, y'all figure
Y'all gon stop my figgas
Get on some rah-rah with eve and rah digga
But these my niggas so please my niggas
Stop the blade from where you don't know nann nigga

Repeat 1

Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw
This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture
Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya
How they gonna stop us digga？
Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches
Is past tense and out of time
Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered
When real bitches get to rockin', heads knockin'
All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin'
All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live
Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, i'm eyein' the crib
E-v-e spell it out when you speak about her
The only one out the bunch to hate
The rest gon crowd around her
Majority rules, it's our time, back the fuck up
Cause the shit you sayin' out your mouth
Make me crack the fuck up
Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad
Lay my shit by myself in the booth
While y'all need flash cards

Repeat 1

Yeah, check it out now
Like that y'all
Watch me sink three points
Smash your whole lp with just my lead joint
It's the rhyme super bitch gon' stay forever wildin'
Smooth with the pen, shakespeare, edgar allen
Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit
Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
Smash your clique in
Y'all niggas only heard tidbits
I put that on gabana every rhyme i done spitted
One-two, one-two
Your whole crew i dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
My put my niggas down if they know their parts
Caramel give 'em hell from bricks to anadel
Rappers try-na compete get ate like samuel
By a sister who twist a few l's rip it dually
The song say it ain't my fault like mystikal

Repeat 1 (2x)


6.Imperial

Chorus：rah digga

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 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scarred 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 20 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 18 wheelers

Chorus

(busta rhymes)
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll
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 ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas
like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad 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 ya'll niggas ride the dick

Chorus

(busta rhymes)
A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit
While i roll around with the harriet thugman of this rap shit

(rah digga)
Black chick, with intellect, who wanna 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 millenium

Chorus


7.Curtains

Bust it, from the dick i'm dissin all yall 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

Hook 2x：
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 biggin 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 aint 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

Hook 4x


8.Showdown

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

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 cuz that's how i ball
'bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the u-haul

Hook

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 cuz 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 cuz that's when you lost
Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross

Hook


9.The Last Word

This is a story...
But not really a story
It's just some freestyle shit
My name is rah digga, and this here is tha outsidaz
My niggas, tell em

Since i been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the
kitten
Black or white, when the lights go off, i can't tell the
difference
Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't
I got mad freestyles and hella-written
The hottest fella spittin

Never quitin, spittin more outz than eleven innings
Cheddar spendin, slang ton forever shittin
You better listen

Yeah yeah, i tell a chicken 'zee hurtin skeezers'
Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty herculeses
I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs
Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs

I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad
Cut a fag

And put your brother ash in a duffle bag

Yeah, ya'll fall in love wit that, outsidaz comin
Leave ya'll drunk like olde english 800
Pacewon the fire-breathin rah rah dragon in the dungeon

American werewolf from the bricks, fuck london

Set it off for my heads in jerz
Swear to god, weak rappers done struck my last nerve
On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb
My outsida click gon' get the last word

Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nuttin funny
Slap you like you stole something from me
Yo we got raps by the page like bill gates got money
＊along w／rah digga＊ first week out we top twenty, grungy

Dummy young zee, come get your mouth injured
Diss us, watch i ？pop willies？ without ninjas

Run your ？ wit ya for the brick city niggas
Shittin on ya like kitty litter

You could do fifty situps, and i don't give a fuck if he bigger
I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga
Ya'll rock jewels that's truck like chevy pickups, twista

All i want is money and my dick sucked

Chorus

Az-izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters i'ma die ballin like hank gathers

Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper

Face slapper like roy jones, i throw a bolo
Break your team up like chris shwartz and joe niccolo

Rippin a beige volvo, bumpin a slang promo
We sign our autographs, spell it out like k-solo
Tha outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono

Takin photos wit the black and gray polo's
Ruinin niggas lives like they k-ci or jojo

Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no

Chorus


10.Break Fool

Yeah
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Rah digga, dirty harriet, yall
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 yall!!
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

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


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


11.Straight Spittin', Part 2

This is what i'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a
hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in el tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how pepsi and sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclist
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it？ baby i done took it
Some more digga digga... shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
Mc's for real might catch a hach-tuey
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

I push the range on my pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats
I spit for bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot cause i'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food
I spit spit spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where i'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in california
I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my sensi
I spit on mtv all the way down to your mixtape
Like that, i'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like south park and hotter than south beach
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face-lift
I spit for the underground, hot 97 be the matrix
One, two, i hit 'em with the basics
Who gon' stay hittin'？ who be straight spittin'？
I take the mic and rock it like what
I make you write, get wrecked tonight,what
Cause you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
In a million years, and a million beers
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters
Spittin' on behalf of flipmode and outsidaz


12.What's Up Wit That

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 fuckin 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

Cuz 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
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, 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

Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz that's how shit be, the rah d i g
I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how i rep jersey


13.So Cool

(that cool shit)
Call me conductor, i lead the way for ya
Underground vibe, status self-employed
R-a-h aka harriet thugman
Carry out the legacy with seed and husband
Now off with the head thangy
Watch flip to a genie
And i be a mac like beanie
Out the bottle, i turn thug super model
With rhymes that'll make ya have to settle for movado
The dirtiest getting all the way live
Steady tappin' my shit, try-na eat while i drive
Speeding to a function to play the little actress
Three hours late and don't even know the address
Madness with the ill sexy flow
And the label spendin' g's not tryin' to let me go
Rockin' on the stage after me, you fool!
Cause i am so cool

Cause she's so cool, yeah oh
Money baby can't you see
(can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(never be as fly as me)

I aim high beat date in december
A million motherfuckers whose face i don't remember
Next to fall with the b-girl ball
Tight gear little cousins
The store from the mall
Rockin' hardcore to some r＆b shit
Kickin' rhymes for the round-the-way heads
That i'm at peace with
Love the ice rock silver as a preference
Taking writer's credit so offer a suggestion
So bust dem heads who ain't real wit it
Who don't want shit in life and can't deal with it
I see you
Frontin' like you on my side
Switch sides thanks for the ride bitch
See me on the cover, (say what？) strike a pose
Just know after that i'm making off with the clothes
Underground rule for real, so what's the haps？
Take it back like kids who fight in playing caps
Or jacks ＆n' ball, freestyle off the wall
Tell em don't forget the stones when they make the digga dome
Do away with styling you ain't even found yet
Blow the mic out and ain't nothing but a sound check
Writing rhymes like you wish you could
Tight breaking em down on behalf of sisterhood
Spittin' every time use my looks as a tool
Cause i am so cool

Cause she's so cool
Money baby can't you see
(can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(never be as fly as me)
Cool
Money baby can't you see
(can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(never be as fly as me)
She's so, so
You can't be as fly as she, oh


14.Just For You

1-
All my niggas y'all, flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, flipmode y'all
For my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all
Flipmode y'all, flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, flipmode y'all

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, dirty harry
You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the virgin mary

Shit we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and
muddy
Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody
So now i leave your body to rott
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot

Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops

You messin wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the gs for the excursion, heads is turning
Flipmode we still mergin

Now we splurgin in suburbans
Dirty harriet rock the camouflage turbans
Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds

Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score
Graveyard shift it's best that y'all believe in the law

Flipmode like mary lou retton
Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that i can can
Like pointer sisters, who could join the wizard？

Talkin outta place i pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up

1- repeats in background
Hook：
This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Before all the plaques and the source awards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin, rampage, i aint trippin
Check all the magazine clippins

Yo i pluck pigeons, get brains in expeditions
Cause friction, every chick i stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy like midnight i'm pickin
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New jack city, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, columbine, weak clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how i mashes ass like cassius
Finger jabs, i got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half ass shit, splash kids
Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic

Can't tell i'm from qb the way that i talk
Speakin in tongue, with six blocks callin my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin your drums with hot shit and more to come

But then we manifest the truth
The niggas like predictions from the bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal

Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than limp bizkit
Dirty harriet floodin all through your district

1- repeats in background
Hook 2x


15.Fuck Y'all Niggas

＊ the same song appears on the outsidaz 'night life' ep

Intro
Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas
Representing for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...

Chorus 1 (rah digga)
Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas (fuck all y'all niggas)

Verse 1 (rah digga)
All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels

Chorus 1

Chorus 2 (young zee)
Fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches (fuck all y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches)

Verse 2 (young zee)
On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in
So when i fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em aliz？You can smell their toungues
from a hundred miles away
Y'all lame gucci bitches (fake gucci bitches)
Stink coochi bitches (stink coochi bitches)
My niggas pop girls up in back of zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
Cause ？？？ we might not touch, how that sounding？
I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling
Tell your girls 'fuck everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i...
Let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!'

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Chorus 1

Chorus 2


16.Lessons Of Today

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 diggaremains 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 diggaremains 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 diggaremains 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 diggaremains 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 wanna 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 diggaremains 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 diggaremains raw
(follow the rules)
(ya hear me, huh？)
Rah digga, rah digga

Peace y'all this is the first lady of the flipmode squad
Rah digga (uh-huh)
I wanna 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 wanna plug the next busta ryhmes solo lpanarchy
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


17.Untitled(1)

Yo yo yo yo
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
What was it like try'na get up in the game
Dirty harriet's the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
Tv people pissed cause i spit the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
And i rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
Got rock sham bus ramp spliff me six
And another set of caps double that in the bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some'll give your ass a duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
Celeb chick up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
Take a whole lot of money
Fuck around and ride the train
Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
No album out superbitch won a grammy

Chorus：
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)

Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
In new jerus where the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably juanes mins
Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
Who like to hustle
Lose scams everyday
Type of chicks hit first
Even let they kids curse
Get a check every month
Day job as a nurse
I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
So i'ma get slick
Evict they own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
Drinking all type of goodies
Sending heads on a run
Everytime i pass a l
Here comes another one
Now bitch got the munchies
Making heads front me
Dipping in the dro
Niggas fuck around and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
Now where we headed when the block get hot
Now we speeding on the ave.
Puffing on lots of gandas
Pumping jay shit
Somebody got nastradamus
Kicking one-liners
Car full of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
Type of shit going into digga verse
Say intellect punch lines
Kill 'em all one time
Voice still crazy
Even when i kick my fun rhymes
Digga supreme
Clientele like ghost faces
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases

Chorus：
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Say 'come on, bounce, come on, bounce' (everybo-dy)


18.Untitled(2)

Chorus：

I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street

Verse 1：

Digga digga
First name rashia
Rock the mic crazy
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Had a nice wing since my early teens
Now i'm grown rocking microphones
Sin! sin!
Said i learned new ways
Gotta thank god for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
Say that's the brakes (that's the brakes)
True
Hit 'em with the (wooo!)
Fine young woman now
Long time coming now (coming now)
Thank the fans for they love and affection
Heard me with the fugees
Still ain't making a connection
Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me
Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly
Adding up to math
Applying everything i learned
While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned
See

Chorus：

I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
West coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
Dirty south y'all
Handle b.i.
Up top y'all
Handle your b.i.

Verse 2：

Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all about (bout bout)
It's about one two three four five for the rating
A penny for the hating
Y'all know my ways
Staying up in the game of this mc craze
Kind of wonder what if i'd of dropped back in the days
Say
Rhymes i toss it
Taking no losses
Let management tell you who your new boss is
People stay repping up on the west coast
Word is bond to my flow
Y'all got the best 'dro
Ain't seen nothing like it
Ain't bring nothing like it
If my rhymes strike a nerve
Ain't mean nothing by it
Dirty harriet!
And i be stepping to the left
You bust for diablo
I still bust for ucef
Try'na see me on the mc tip
Now child please
Vocab for years
And freak enough stylees
Swing!
Rep the thing for my hip-hop brothers
Take care of them before i take care of others
Juice crew, rakim, prince
Big influence
You saying i'm the dopest
But i already knew this
Say one check two check
Everywhere check check
Check for me
We haven't ever even met yet
Gotta thank god
I said i gotta thank god i could look this fly and rock it this
hard

Chorus：

I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
West coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
Dirty south y'all
Handle b.i.
Up top y'all
Handle your b.i.
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
West coast y'all
Handle your b.i.
Dirty south y'all
Handle b.i.
Up top y'all
Handle your b.i.