No Doubt

Kick ass nigga come on

Yeah yeah Hit Squad Firing Squad

Nine eight shit

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No doubt no doubt

Do your thing do your thing

No doubt no doubt

Do your thing do your thing

Yo it's Diggy Das M.O.P. and that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what what

Let's get it on yeah yeah

Another new year I got my crew here lets get it on

Miggity make money money! Yo son I got the bomb

See me swervan, through the urban

Black Suburban, puffing urban

Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

See I'm learnin, while I'm earnin

Rapidly firin, like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin

Who want to get stuck up

Or get fucked the fuck up?

Blucka, blucka blowe!

Bitch nigga your lucks up

Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out

Thug out, but rub out

Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out

Shit I set it for real when I bug out

My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out

We represent the Ruffhouse

Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned

at the thug house (tha'ts right)

Now your facing a one of a kind dude

Undefined dude, top of the line dude

Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here

All my people up in here

It's rough in here

Bullets figgity flying every fucking where

It's un fucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame

Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon, and Lil Fame

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Say hello to the bad guy

Hmmhm, excuse me as I

Grab my N-you-Ts no need to ask why

We blow the spot up

Hit em with the uncut raw

Could be somewhat more

Advance with the product

You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore

All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for

First family style! Its deep

You catch us on these beats

But we should never be disconnected from these streets

See my higgity hard times

That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes

Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines

Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, Its turn to eat again

Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

See him in the next life cause that's where were gon meet again

And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again

Any ground I roam I stand on it

Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

Yeah, so lets expand on it (what)

Put my mans on it (what)

Its the shit that make flies want to land on it (what)

The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad

We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia

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