Rah Digga Untitled (2) Lyrics

Untitled (2) Lyrics

Chorus:



I got what you want

I got what you need

Rep chicks on the strip

Rep thugs on the street

I got what you want

I got what you need

Rep chicks on the strip

Rep thugs on the street



Verse 1:



Digga Digga

First name Rashia

Rock the mic crazy

Wouldn't wanna be ya

Had a nice wing since my early teens

Now I'm grown rocking microphones

Sin! Sin!

Said I learned new ways

Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze

Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise

And he make mistakes

Say That's The Brakes (That's The Brakes)

True

Hit 'em with the (Wooo!)

Fine young woman now

Long time coming now (Coming now)

Thank the fans for they love and affection

Heard me with the Fugees

Still ain't making a connection

Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me

Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly

Adding up to math

Applying everything I learned

While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned

See





Chorus:



I got what you want

I got what you need

Rep chicks on the strength

Rep thugs on the street

East Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

West Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

Dirty South y'all

Handle B.I.

Up top y'all

Handle your B.I.





Verse 2:



Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth

Say what's that all about (bout bout)

It's about one two three four five for the rating

A penny for the hating

Y'all know my ways

Staying up in the game of this MC craze

Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days

Say

Rhymes I toss it

Taking no losses

Let management tell you who your new boss is

People stay repping up on the West Coast

Word is bond to my flow

Y'all got the best 'dro

Ain't seen nothing like it

Ain't bring nothing like it

If my rhymes strike a nerve

Ain't mean nothing by it

Dirty Harriet!

And I be stepping to the left

You bust for Diablo

I still bust for UCEF

Try'na see me on the MC tip

Now child please

Vocab for years

And freak enough stylees

Swing!

Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers

Take care of them before I take care of others

Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince

Big influence

You saying I'm the dopest

But I already knew this

Say one check two check

Everywhere check check

Check for me

We haven't ever even met yet

Gotta thank God

I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard





Chorus:



I got what you want

I got what you need

Rep chicks on the strength

Rep thugs on the street

East Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

West Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

Dirty South y'all

Handle B.I.

Up top y'all

Handle your B.I.

I got what you want

I got what you need

Rep chicks on the strength

Rep thugs on the street

East Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

West Coast y'all

Handle your B.I.

Dirty South y'all

Handle B.I.

Up top y'all

Handle your B.I.