| RITE NOW — Shiggity-show em how my crew get down
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| RITE NOW — Das EFX puttin it down
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| RITE NOW — E’rybody raise it up
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| RITE NOW — We about to blaze it up
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| Verse One: Dray, Skoob
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| Diggity-drop the new talk, from Jersey and New York
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| We holdin down the fort in the sport, what y’all thought?
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| Diggy-Das what? |
| Lick off shots and hip-hop
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| It don’t stop, I riggity-rock blocks when my shit drop
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| Boogie Bang Banger, cock back the rap hammer
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| Bust grammar, I stay bent like a coathanger
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| (NIGGITY-NO MANNERS) Up in here with my skullie on
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| Fully on, riggity-rockin fatigues like Desert Storm
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| Yo, figgity-face it, we lace it, far from basic
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| Taste it, shine like diamonds in ya bracelet
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| (HIGGITY-HEY KID) Me and my Squad about to blow
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| Let it go, briggity-bringin the hook and let em know
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| Hook
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| Verse Two: Skoob, Dray
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| Yo, yo
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| I bought a Glock off a Puerto Rock (Where?)
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| Off a block and fo' green back when I was 14
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| Now my thug’s punk crilli, the thug willies
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| We’re mack milli, cowardly cats get smacked silly
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| Wanna beef? |
| Get back, on and the street get splashed
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| From your cheek, past your ass til your feet…
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| Crab nigga duck shiggity-shots from the aimed Glocks
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| Fall on your head like raindrops til your brain pops
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| Yo yo
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| I got a chick that’ll lie for me
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| Die for me, shoot ya in your eye for me
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| Get high with me, the unfadeable, ungradeable
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| You wiggity-waste your time cos I’m unrateable
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| See, figgity-find me in the Benz on the backstreet
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| Listenin to Blackstreet, fuckin in the back seat
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| What? |
| '98 thug mania, bring the pain to ya
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| And ain’t no savin ya when I start blazin ya
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| Hook (x1 ½) |