What They Call Me Lyrics - Rah Digga

"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 are-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, be -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