What They Call Me Lyrics by Rah Digga

What They Call Me Lyrics

    "one two" "rah digga"
    "one two" "rah digga"
    "one two" "rah digga"
    "one two" "rah digga"

    [rah digga]
    For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers
    Cheers!
    Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!
    Comin to the floor, i be next to rep like al gore
    (look) look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
    Nope, honey from the bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name
    I be worse than any alien, predator or relic
    Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it

    [chorus] 4x
    The r-the a-the h-the d-the i-the g-the g-the a (come again!)

    [rah digga]
    I'm primetime, you a local on cable
    I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label
    Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy
    Flip it type wicked like cinderella family
    (for what) for tryin to step to a rah situation
    Less rhymin years, less formal education
    Gettin less spins than a bbs
    Less hype in the streets and you writin even less
    (now you ain't fresh) mc's goin crazy
    (nah, you ain't a fresh) ya'll could never out-blaze me
    Less knowhow, more hoe now
    Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore i show you what broke is
    Yappin all day bout who crew the best
    Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess
    Continue to bless any track that come this way
    Nine nigga nine nigga, i'm that itchbe

    Chorus 4x

    "niggas" "do you think" [rah digga]
    "flipmode" [busta rhymes]
    "digga on the track" [rah]
    "words worth a million" [jay-z]
    "represent" [biggie] "yo" [prodigy]
    "strike-strike hard" [canibus]

    [rah digga]
    Peace to my peeps, from jerz to manhattan
    Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig latin
    Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
    Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on
    (come on) the kind of heads take the ghetto approach
    Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach
    I be stashin marijuanna in my dolce & gabana
    Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners
    Call the dopest mc my little junior
    Playin the game and be a coach like tuna
    Mad, what i say go, b-girl original
    Boy wonder, chocolate latte (hooo!)
    What the chicks say, hoes might oppose
    But most chicks happy i can rock without takin off my clothes
    And all the niggas say "damn, this bitch is tight
    Ain't heard a broad rip like that since mc lyte" (come on)

    Chorus 8x

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