Intro/Chorus:
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No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
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No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime
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*repeat*
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Verse 1: Dray, Books
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Yo yo
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Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
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Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture
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Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
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Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt)
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We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
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Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G?
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I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails
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jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
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Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
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diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting
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down hardcore clowns and love singers
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and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
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Police oppress me, MC's wanna stiggity stress me
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Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty
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Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left
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you faggot MC's marked for death
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Dray, Books
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I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!)
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And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!)
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We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
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phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh
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And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
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ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
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Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted
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Flooded in the triple black Benz 500
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I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan
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Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
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Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
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Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
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So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
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I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
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Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
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B-K-L-Y-N we no joke!
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Dray, Books
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Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
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the 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
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Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin
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We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin
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Niggas be actin shady!!!!
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so I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80
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Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
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Beg your pardon but MC's is a pain like ????
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Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
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My sound is strictly hardcore underground
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Chorus x1 1/2
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No Diggedy
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Das EFX |