Rah Digga, Outsidaz - The Last Word lyrics

This is a story but not really a story
It's just some freestyle shit
My name is Rah Digga
And this here is Tha Outsidaz
My niggas, tell 'em

Since I been on television
Girls been beggin me to swell the kitten
Black or white, when the lights go off
I can't tell the difference
Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't
I got mad freestyles and hella-written
The hottest fella spittin' never quitin'
Spittin more Outz than eleven innings
Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin
You better listen

Yeah yeah
I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin' skeezers"
Fuck you wit the strength
Of like thirty Herculeses
I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs
Stab once or twice then the
Pussy up for grabs
I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad
Cut a fag
And put your brother ash in a duffle bag
Yeah, y'all fall in love wit that
Outsidaz comin
Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800
Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah
Dragon in the dungeon

American Werewolf from the Bricks
Fuck London

Set it off for my heads in Jerz
Swear to God
Weak rappers done struck my last nerve
On wit' the swerve, mad bags of herb
My Outsida click gon' get the last word
Our attitude is like a bad sitcom
Nothin' funny
Slap you like you stole something from me
Yo we got raps by the page
Like Bill Gates got money along w
Rah Digga First week out we top twenty
Grungy

Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured
Diss us, watch I pop wheelies without Ninjas
Bring ya bliggy wit ya for
The Brick City niggas
Shittin on ya like kitty litter
You could do fifty situps
And I don't give a fuck if he bigger
I throw a right hook that
Could drop any nigga
Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck
Like Chevy pickups, tWISTA
All I want is money and my dick sucked

Chorus az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters I'ma
Die ballin like Hank Gathers
Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think
That you the gay rapper
Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo
Break your team up like Chris
Shwartz and Joe Niccolo

Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo
We sign our autographs
Spell It Out like K-Solo
Tha Outz straight to disk
Too hot for tape or phono
Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's
Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo
Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no no

Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters I'ma
Die ballin like Hank Gathers
Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think
That you the gay rapper
Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo
Break your team up like Chris
Shwartz and Joe Niccolo