What They Call Me lyrics

"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 n*gga, tell em how to spell it

[Hook] 4x
The R-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' sh*t 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 ho 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 n*gga nine n*gga, I'm that itchbe
Chorus 4x

"n*ggas" "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
b*tches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin
Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
Waitin and debatin for some n*ggas 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, B-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 n*ggas say "Damn, this b*tch is tight
Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte" (Come on)
Chorus 8x