ฟังเพลงThe Last Word (feat. Outsidaz)

The Last Word - Rah Digga

This is a story...

But not really a story

It's just some freestyle shit

My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz

My niggas, tell em

Since I been on television

girls been beggin me to swell the kitten

Black or white, when the lights go off

I can't tell the difference

Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't

I got mad freestyles and hella-written

The hottest fella spittin

Never quitin, spittin more Outz than eleven innings

Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin

You better listen

Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin skeezers"

Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses

I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs

Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs

I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad

Cut a fag

And put your brother ash in a duffle bag

Yeah, ya'll fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin

Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800

Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon

American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London

Set it off for my heads in Jerz

Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve

On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb

My Outsida click gon' get the last word

Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nuttin funny

Slap you like you stole something from me

Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money

First week out we top twenty

grungy

Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured

Diss us, watch I ?pop willies? without ninjas

Run your ? wit ya for the Brick City niggas

Shittin on ya like kitty litter

You could do fifty situps

and I don't give a fuck if he bigger

I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga

Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck like Chevy pickups

TWISTA

All I want is money and my dick sucked

Set it off for my heads in Jerz

Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve

On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb

My Outsida click gon' get the last word

Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters

While you serve steak platters

I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers

Axe get the dough like cake batter

Pockets stay fatter

The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper

Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo

Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo

Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo

We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo

Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono

Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's

Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo

Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no

Set it off for my heads in Jerz

Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve

On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb

My Outsida click gon' get the last word

Set it off for my heads in Jerz

Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve

On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb

My Outsida click gon' get the last word