[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my n***a, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin', like White Castle or the diner
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in 'The Source' with the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scared to death to let their artist bomb with me
'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin'
Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around, like 'dro for 20 bucks
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin' off the interest
Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin' 18-wheelers
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my n***a, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, yo, yo –
Razzle dazzle n***as like ya'll
Spray n***as like you and dismantle n***as like y'all
I got the thing that'll majorly handle n***as like y'all
Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel n***as like y'all
I know some joke n***as who love to hassle n***as like y'all
Talk, and fix, and simply dance on n***as like y'all
Trample n***as like y'all
Make examples outta n***as like y'all
Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for n***as like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for n***as like y'all
Fight for n***as like y'all
Grab the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for all my n***as like y'all
My get-high n***as, I blaze for n***as like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro, now spray the fuckin' Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin' with some other shit
And when we hit y'all – yes, we sit and watch ya'll n***as ride the dick
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my n***a, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]
A'yo, clap and slap up a n***a for talkin' lots'a wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit
Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes, so can't no n***a tell me jack shit
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive, across the map and shit
Presenting the First Lady of the Squad, so give me dap and shit
Sayin' "peace" when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular
Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin' shit since 'The Phantom of the Opera'
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya
First and only female, unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode, the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my n***a, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!