Ha, once again
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First and only female representin, yeah
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Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin
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Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what
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Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told
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With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
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Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs
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With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs
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Now wassup, if by some haphazard
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You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
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Up in the slot where you used to rock
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Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop
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Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
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Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
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Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny
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Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies
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I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
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Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
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You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
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My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers
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Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
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The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
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I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
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And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
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I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
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And radio plays me, yo
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You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
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My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers
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Verse dentin, worse than armageddon
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Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin
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Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline
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Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin
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Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
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Over niggas heads while they out percolatin
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Spot datin, block money I could take in
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Drops on the box like I was ovulatin
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Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that
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You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
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Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
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Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine
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Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
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And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
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Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
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Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans
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Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
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The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
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I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
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And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that
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I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
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And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
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Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
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Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans
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In '99 baby hold your stuff
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I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
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Focus your attention as I make my mark
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Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start
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Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition
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Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission
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Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
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'Fore you're left hangin from your vest
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Definitely, gettin severance pay
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While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
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Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
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Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in
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Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that
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I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
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You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
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Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
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Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
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The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
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I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
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And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
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I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
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And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
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You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
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Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
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Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
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The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
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I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
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And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
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I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
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And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
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You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico
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I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people
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Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
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I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey
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What's Up Wit That
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