| Shit tight, down to the coochie
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| Yeah, check it And I say what’s tight
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| cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
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| Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
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| in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms
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| Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
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| with doo rags hangin from my pockets
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| Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
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| Early left rappers like you were straight vexin
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| So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
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| off of five two fives; |
| disguise the camouflage
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| I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
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| for takin mad niggaz titles!
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| Wetter than a resevoir; |
| lurking in the bushes
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| striking blows like Chesamar (?) code-name Hasana
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| Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
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| Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
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| Now, who be writin rhymes all night
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| Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight
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| Peace to the ones that don’t bite
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| Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
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| A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won’t say Paco
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| I swing to the Vill’for some waffles and some beef falafel
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| Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT
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| Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki’s
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| I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS
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| Call me Sheik Digga
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| Plotting over loops like the eight figures
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| Baby I’m hard, represent the feminist God
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| that gets blunted — watch rhymers runneth, over
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| See me in the camel Range Rover
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| And I won’t stop for Jake
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| And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
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| Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you
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| Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar Polo curls
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| Diggin all the rapper’s shit like they go-go girls
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| WHO THE TIGHTEST? |
| I rock with laryngitis
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| Gold’s good for Midas, but I want the highest
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| So don’t try me cause I be the bitch
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| I’ll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
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| I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
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| Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
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| Cuz I get you open like the comin of the Pope
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| when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
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| Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit
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| My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin
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| I decompose, any rapper to the bone
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| Down to they X and Y chromosome
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| So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics
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| Cuz I’ll be the only one salvaged
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| Number one imported like Beck’s
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| Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX
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| Tight, tight, aight?
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| And the plans is tight
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| Tight, tight. |
| TIGHT!
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| Tight, tight aight?
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| And the plans is tight
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| Tight.
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| One, two, three, BO! |