Yeah, Rah Digga.. Flipmode, Outsidaz
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Shit tight, down to the coochie
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Yeah, check it
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[And I] And I say what's tight
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cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
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Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
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in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
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Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
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with doo rags hangin from my pockets
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[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
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Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
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So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
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off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage
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I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
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for takin mad niggaz titles!
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Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes
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striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana
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Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
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Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
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[Chorus]
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Now, who be writin rhymes all night
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Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight
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[Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite
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Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
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A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco
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I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel
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Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT
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Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's
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I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS
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Call me Sheik Digga
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Plotting over loops like the eight figures
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Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God
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[What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over
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See me in the camel Range Rover
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[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake
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And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
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[NOW] Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you
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Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls
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Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls
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[Chorus]
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WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis
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Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
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So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear]
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I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
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[Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
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Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
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Cuz I get you open like the comin of the Pope
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when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
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[Peace, peace] Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit
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My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin
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[We pros] I decompose, any rapper to the bone
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Down to they X and Y chromosome
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So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch]
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Cuz I'll be the only one salvaged
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Number one imported like Beck's
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Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX
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[Chorus 2X]
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Tight, tight, aight?
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And the plans is tight
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Tight, tight.. TIGHT!
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Tight, tight aight?
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And the plans is tight
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Tight..
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[Busta] One, two, three, BO!
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Tight
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Rah Digga |