| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime
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| Yo yo
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| Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at’cha
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| Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture
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| Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
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| Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt)
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| We roll like Michelin, the rapper’s know the pedigree
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| Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G?
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| I’m miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails
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| Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
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| Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
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| Diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting
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| Down hardcore clowns and love singers
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| And I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
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| Police oppress me, MC’s wanna stiggity stress me
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| Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty
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| Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left
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| You faggot MC’s marked for death
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime
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| I line up rappers then I drop em like they’re dominos (No diggedy!)
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| And know body from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!)
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| We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
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| Phiggity-phone and then it’s on because I’m just the type-uh
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| And ain’t no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
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| Ain’t niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
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| Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted
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| Flooded in the triple black Benz 500
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| I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan
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| Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
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| Fridge you with the flow, yo it’s the big chill
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| Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
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| So you better set the backra or ya head’ll splat
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| I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
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| Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
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| B-K-L-Y-N we no joke
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime
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| Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
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| The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
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| Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin
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| We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin
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| Niggas be actin shady
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| So I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80
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| Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
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| Beg your pardon but MC’s is a pain like
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| Sharpen up your skills, it’s on the real to break em down
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| My sound is strictly hardcore underground
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
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| No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
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| No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime |