Lyrics The Last Word - Rah Digga, Outsidaz

The Last Word

This is a story…
But not really a story
It’s just some freestyle shit
My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz
My niggas, tell em Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten
Black or white, when the lights go off, I can’t tell the difference
Thought you’d impress me, well you didn’t
I got mad freestyles and hella-written
The hottest fella spittin
Never quitin, spittin more Outz than eleven innings
Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin
You better listen
Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken Zee hurtin skeezers
Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses
I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs
Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs
I puff the hash in front of your mother’s dad
Cut a fag
And put your brother ash in a duffle bag
Yeah, ya’ll fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin
Leave ya’ll drunk like Olde English 800
Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon
American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London
Chorus
Set it off for my heads in Jerz
Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve
On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb
My Outsida click gon’get the last word
Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nuttin funny
Slap you like you stole something from me Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money
Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured
Diss us, watch I?
pop willies?
without ninjas
Run your?
wit ya for the Brick City niggas
Shittin on ya like kitty litter
You could do fifty situps, and I don’t give a fuck if he bigger
I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga
Ya’ll rock jewels that’s Truck like Chevy pickups, TWISTA
All I want is money and my dick sucked
Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters I’ma die ballin like Hank Gathers
Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper
Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo
Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo
Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo
We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo
Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono
Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo’s
Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo
Outsidaz takin a loss, that’s a no-no