(feat. Eve, Sonya Blade)

[1: Rah Digga]

Do the ladies run this mother$#&@er?
(Hell yeah!)
Do the ladies run this mother$#&@er?

(Hell yeah!)
Put it down for the (*##$es all across the map
All the real live (*##$es all across the map

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead

[Sonya Blade]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, $#&@ what a (*##$ going through

Do or die is what you gon' do
I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed
With my skills stay on your toes like high heels

And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules

Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete
I'm into jewels I will not repeat
Y'all obsolete, Sonya Blade y'all

It's murder when they drop the beat
I spit it once
I'm hungry spit at lunch

One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch
I got a hunch, y'all figure
Y'all gon stop my figgas

Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
But these my ^!$$%s so please my ^!$$%s
Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann ^!$$%


[Repeat 1]


[Eve]
Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw
This (*##$ gon split ya, get tha picture

Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya
How they gonna stop us Digga?
Try-na shine, the rest of them (*##$es

Is past tense and out of time
Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered

When real (*##$es get to rockin', heads knockin'
All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin'
All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live

Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib
E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her
The only one out the bunch to hate

The rest gon crowd around her
Majority rules, it's our time, back the $#&@ up
Cause the %#@! you sayin' out your mouth

Make me crack the $#&@ up
Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad
Lay my %#@! by myself in the booth

While y'all need flash cards

[Repeat 1]


[Rah Digga]
Yeah, check it out now

Like that y'all
Watch me sink three points
Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint

It's the rhyme super (*##$ gon' stay forever wildin'
Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot %#@!

Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
Smash your clique in
Y'all ^!$$%s only heard tidbits

I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One-two, one-two
Your whole crew I dismantle

Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
My put my ^!$$%s down if they know their parts
Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel
Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel

By a sister who twist a few L's rip it dually
The song say It Ain't My Fault like Mystikal

[Repeat 1 x2]