Rah Digga, Ghostface Killah - Album Intro lyrics
[Rah Digga, Ghostface Killah - Album Intro lyrics]
Whoo, Yes ladies and gentlemen (D-I)
Yall know my name (Dirty Harriet)
Digga Digga (How serious) i'd like
(D-I) to shout out my manager
Ace Lentz (This album is)
Let's do this, Megahertz (2000, D-I)
Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes
Outsidaz reppin the bricks
Nobody on the track (D-I)
Yo, When I step in the booth
Flip ugly and I loose all couth
Dig-ga be have maintained the streets
Next journey still with the same peeps
Dig-ga be brave
Ima do this son, Dirty Harriet number one
(Come on) dig-ga we straight
Got somethin for you and you and you
Man what's my name yo (D-I) G-G-A
As we start round two
Next rhyme might be about you
Hope you never see the light
Like Juwanna Man 2
I'm still makin sure, All my rhymes is tight
Tell you that from day one like
They tell us God is white
Imperial chick from Brick City
Doin a buck fifty
Rollin around in trucks strictly
When it's time to break fools
My rhyme styles dagger
Tare you down worse then the O'Riley factor
Do it for my sake, I dare yall to try me
Burn yall up the ass like
Cancer in the prostate
Best in the tri-state, Perhaps in the country
Headline with no album
That's how bad niggas want me
Might be a little raw, For the average broad
Don't worry baby girl
I got somethin for yall as well
Do tell, Cause everything's a story
It's your favorite little grimey
But my name ain't NORE
It wasn't the way she rapped, It was a talent
God gave it a she brought it back
Tell Bust I said peace
Flipmode flip dough, Zip codes
Go back home on skid row
Niggas don't like Tone or you digga
Handle they bitch and I'll get the nigga
Develop that into a real picture, Click
Niggas get that shit, I don't play that shit
I concentrate on hit's, Not that BET
Nigga bodies or an ill album
Or a song for them ill mommies
I swear I will dot theses niggas the fuck out
Get to cussin and cuttin
These corny cocksuckers better stop frontin
Word, Blow yall niggas for damn near nothin
We-Got, Yo let them things pop
We got the mean darts
Cheese-Blocks, We the welfare babies with
The dark brown birth marks
Don't get your assed up, Fuck that
Ghost and Rah Digga, Taxin niggas
We ain't cuttin back so
Please-Stop, Theodore and Flipmode will
Invade your whole spot
Yall know my name (Dirty Harriet)
Digga Digga (How serious) i'd like
(D-I) to shout out my manager
Ace Lentz (This album is)
Let's do this, Megahertz (2000, D-I)
Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes
Outsidaz reppin the bricks
Nobody on the track (D-I)
Yo, When I step in the booth
Flip ugly and I loose all couth
Dig-ga be have maintained the streets
Next journey still with the same peeps
Dig-ga be brave
Ima do this son, Dirty Harriet number one
(Come on) dig-ga we straight
Got somethin for you and you and you
Man what's my name yo (D-I) G-G-A
As we start round two
Next rhyme might be about you
Hope you never see the light
Like Juwanna Man 2
I'm still makin sure, All my rhymes is tight
Tell you that from day one like
They tell us God is white
Imperial chick from Brick City
Doin a buck fifty
Rollin around in trucks strictly
When it's time to break fools
My rhyme styles dagger
Tare you down worse then the O'Riley factor
Do it for my sake, I dare yall to try me
Burn yall up the ass like
Cancer in the prostate
Best in the tri-state, Perhaps in the country
Headline with no album
That's how bad niggas want me
Might be a little raw, For the average broad
Don't worry baby girl
I got somethin for yall as well
Do tell, Cause everything's a story
It's your favorite little grimey
But my name ain't NORE
It wasn't the way she rapped, It was a talent
God gave it a she brought it back
Tell Bust I said peace
Flipmode flip dough, Zip codes
Go back home on skid row
Niggas don't like Tone or you digga
Handle they bitch and I'll get the nigga
Develop that into a real picture, Click
Niggas get that shit, I don't play that shit
I concentrate on hit's, Not that BET
Nigga bodies or an ill album
Or a song for them ill mommies
I swear I will dot theses niggas the fuck out
Get to cussin and cuttin
These corny cocksuckers better stop frontin
Word, Blow yall niggas for damn near nothin
We-Got, Yo let them things pop
We got the mean darts
Cheese-Blocks, We the welfare babies with
The dark brown birth marks
Don't get your assed up, Fuck that
Ghost and Rah Digga, Taxin niggas
We ain't cuttin back so
Please-Stop, Theodore and Flipmode will
Invade your whole spot