Imperial Lyrics - Singles - Rah Digga

[Chorus] 

Flipmode the imperial 

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio 

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo 

Or in the streets up in your Jeeps, or in the disco 

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go 

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video 

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though 

Just when you think we done we hit y'all, we got plenty mo' 

Blow! 

[Rah Digga] 

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner 

The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna 

Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast 

Ghetto diva in the Source with the three page ad 

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly 

Labels scared to death to let their artist bomb with me 

'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em 

The ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin' 

Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks 

Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks 

Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks 

And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for twenty bucks 

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me 

Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli 

Livin' off the interest 

Sippin' on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen-wheelers 

[Chorus] 

[Busta Rhymes] 

Ay, yo, yo, yo 

Raze and dazzle niggas like y'all 

Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all 

I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all 

Fight y'all; bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all 

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all 

Talk, and fix, and simply dance on niggas like y'all 

Trample niggas like y'all 

Make examples outta niggas like y'all 

Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall 

Thugs - here's another sample for niggas like y'all 

Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for niggas like y'all 

Fight for niggas like y'all 

Grab the mic from motherfuckers like y'all 

Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all 

My get high niggas; I blaze for niggas like y'all 

Stink the spot up with 'dro; now spray the fuckin' Lysol 

You know we be the ultimate 

We fuckin' with some other shit 

And when we hit y'all 

Yes, we sit and watch y'all niggas ride the dick 

[Chorus] 

[Busta Rhymes] 

Aiyyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots a whack shit 

While I roll around with the Harriet Tubman of this rap shit 

[Rah Digga] 

Black chick, with intellect; who want to match wits? 

Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit 

[Busta Rhymes] 

Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit 

Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit 

[Rah Digga] 

Sayin' peace when you see me; play the role like Ally Sheedy 

And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy 

[Busta Rhymes] 

Yo, make sure you see what we doing now; put on your binoculars 

Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular 

[Rah Digga] 

Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya 

Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera 

[Busta Rhymes] 

Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers 

Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya 

[Rah Digga] 

First and only female unmatched by anyone 

Rip it from old school to the next millennium 

[Chorus]