1 [Rah Digga]
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Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
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(Hell yeah!)
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SAY Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
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(Hell yeah!)
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Put it down for the bitches all across the map
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All the real live bitches all across the map
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Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
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[Sonya Blade]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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I'm on the roll like butter
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Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through
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Do or die is what you gon' do
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I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed
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With my skills stay on your toes like high heels
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And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
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See me in the tube in the views to interludes
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Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules
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Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete
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I'm into jewels I will not repeat
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Y'all obsolete, Sonya Blade y'all
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It's murder when they drop the beat
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I spit it once
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I'm hungry spit at lunch
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One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch
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I got a hunch, y'all figure
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Y'all gon stop my figgas
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Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
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But these my niggas so please my niggas
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Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann nigga
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Repeat 1
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[Eve]
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Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw
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This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture
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Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya
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How they gonna stop us Digga?
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Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches
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Is past tense and out of time
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Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
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Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered
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When real bitches get to rockin', heads knockin'
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All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin'
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All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live
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Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib
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E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her
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The only one out the bunch to hate
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The rest gon crowd around her
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Majority rules, it's our time, back the fuck up
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Cause the shit you sayin' out your mouth
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Make me crack the fuck up
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Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad
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Lay my shit by myself in the booth
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While y'all need flash cards
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Repeat 1
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[Rah Digga]
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Yeah, check it out now
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Like that y'all
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Watch me sink three points
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Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint
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It's the rhyme super bitch gon' stay forever wildin'
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Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
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Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit
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Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
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Smash your clique in
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Y'all niggas only heard tidbits
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I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
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One-two, one-two
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Your whole crew I dismantle
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Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
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With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
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My put my niggas down if they know their parts
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Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel
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Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel
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By a sister who twist a few L's rip it dually
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The song say It Ain't My Fault like Mystikal
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Repeat 1 (2x)
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Do the Ladies Run This
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Rah Digga |