Tight Rah Digga

[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]
And I say what's tight
Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night
Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
With doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics
(Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen
So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
For takin' mad niggas titles!
Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana

[Hook]
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight