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Rah, Rah, Rah Digga |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Check it out now, uh |
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Dirty Harriet, Dirty Harriet |
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Dirty Harriet, yeah |
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Where's my sisters? |
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Where's my sisters? |
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This one's for the brothers |
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The brothers, the brothers |
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Said I be rappin' for da ladies |
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What's up ladies? |
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But this one's for da brothers |
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The brothers, the brothers |
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Yeah, check it out now |
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Now I'm the baby in the family and I got three siblings |
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Three older brothers and we trying to make a living |
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So we hustle and we bubble and we coming up fast |
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Ain't gon' never be the same since mom and pops past |
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The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt |
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Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out |
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All grown up now nice job, nice clout |
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Nice wife, nice house, tryna take the right route |
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Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything |
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Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings |
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Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed |
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Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed |
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(Uh, oh) |
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But something happened on the job, he started snappin' |
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Problems with the wife, winging out and started cappin' |
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Tried to turn himself in just to make things right |
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Ended up taking flight 'cause he's not the jail type |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer |
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Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to |
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Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face |
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Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case |
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Probably 'cause he wanted to be the baby in the family |
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Drinking with his friends, making up |
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Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic |
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Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight |
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He used to tell me all the time don't wet none sis |
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By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich |
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That's when I heard the ill my physical got killed |
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Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal |
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Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough |
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And on the block round the clock niggas ain't seen nothing |
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Yeah right, never seen a brother more determined or eager |
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Moms and pops couldn't see it now we not gonna see it either |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm |
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Some say part depressed some say part deformed |
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Record unclean since his early teens |
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In and out the youth house playing all the crime scenes |
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Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things |
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He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams |
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From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long |
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Bugged out when he was little now he big that was wrong |
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Little too early had to kick him out the house |
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He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about |
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He used to bust down the door moms cry, pops fight |
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Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right |
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Word on the street every body wanna do him |
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From his so called boys to all the chickens he was screwin' |
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Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload? |
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How much longer sis got before the last brother gone |
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Oh no |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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The lesson of today |
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You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say |
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Because, Rah Digga remains raw |
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(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) |
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Rah Digga, Rah Digga |
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Peace y'all this is the first lady of the flip mode squad, Rah Digga |
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(Uh, uh) |
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I wanna take this time out to say thanks to everybody |
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Who went out and copped my shit |
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For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy |
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I suggest you go handle your bi |
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Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next |
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Flip mode squad album the ruler ship album |
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(Okay, okay) |
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I wanna plug the next busta rhymes solo lP anarchy |
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And I'm pluggin' the outsides |
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(Hey, dey, dey) |
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Ya know what I mean? Bricks city all day |
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(Night life) |
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Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep |
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Tryna sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever |
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Fuck all y'all alright 'cause this is me, this is who I be |
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This is my voice and you got no choice |
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And on that note I just wanted to say |
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Cheers to another thousand years |
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Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all |
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Dirty Harriet |
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But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all |
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Make sure y'all stay tune to check out |
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These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with |
