[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
I be the worst nightmare to all the MC thugs (Uh)
Like them four little kids and the teacher gettin' plugged
(With the) I don't give a fuck style, tell me come jiggy
I rock, kix and swishees, coppin' moet wit' 2 counterfeit 50's, what?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous, speech uncouth
And raise the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch yo' peeps scream the bitch was the blazest
[Verse 2: Spliff Starr]
Niggas run they mouth about my click, not smart (So what)
I butt your blood clot, then drop you 'pon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit yo' ass with a vicious blow (Hah)
You know my style, Spliff the foul through your stereo (That's right, yeah)
Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant, I'm gettin' it (That's right)
Money, fast car, fine broads, what, I'm hittin' it (That's right)
Raw shit, I'm spittin' it (That's right), at you and yours
Make you feel the pain, nigga like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid pumpin' in the face of my music (Uh-huh)
Drop the street shit, watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad-
[Verse 3: Baby Sham]
Squad had em opin', had his bitch scopin' (Uh-huh)
Sittin' by the bar sippin' Heinken's totein' (So what, yeah)
Pinky rings glowin' triple beams to the club (What?)
My man is half thug givin' me pounds and hold grudge (Come on)
Feelin' my shit (What), so I can put a lock on your clique (Uh-huh)
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on, you just started rappin'
Ever since you heard the shit we fuckin' wit' is platinum (Ah)
Slow your growth, stop the show, go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name, feelin' in vain, fiendin' for dope
I be the worst nightmare to all the MC thugs (Uh)
Like them four little kids and the teacher gettin' plugged
(With the) I don't give a fuck style, tell me come jiggy
I rock, kix and swishees, coppin' moet wit' 2 counterfeit 50's, what?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous, speech uncouth
And raise the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch yo' peeps scream the bitch was the blazest
[Verse 2: Spliff Starr]
Niggas run they mouth about my click, not smart (So what)
I butt your blood clot, then drop you 'pon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit yo' ass with a vicious blow (Hah)
You know my style, Spliff the foul through your stereo (That's right, yeah)
Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant, I'm gettin' it (That's right)
Money, fast car, fine broads, what, I'm hittin' it (That's right)
Raw shit, I'm spittin' it (That's right), at you and yours
Make you feel the pain, nigga like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid pumpin' in the face of my music (Uh-huh)
Drop the street shit, watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad-
[Verse 3: Baby Sham]
Squad had em opin', had his bitch scopin' (Uh-huh)
Sittin' by the bar sippin' Heinken's totein' (So what, yeah)
Pinky rings glowin' triple beams to the club (What?)
My man is half thug givin' me pounds and hold grudge (Come on)
Feelin' my shit (What), so I can put a lock on your clique (Uh-huh)
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on, you just started rappin'
Ever since you heard the shit we fuckin' wit' is platinum (Ah)
Slow your growth, stop the show, go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name, feelin' in vain, fiendin' for dope
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