The Last Word

[Intro (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 [Verse 1: Axe] 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' [Verse 2: Slang Ton] Never quitin', spittin more Outz than eleven innings Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin You better listen [Verse 3: Young Zee] 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 [Verse 4: Denzy] I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad Cut a fag [Verse 5: Slang Ton] And put your brother ash in a duffle bag [Verse 6: Pacewon] Yeah, y'all 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 [Verse 7: Young Zee] American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London [Chorus: Rah Digga] 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 [Verse 8: Pacewon] Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nothin' funny Slap you like you stole something from me Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money *Along w/Rah Digga* First week out we top twenty, grungy [Verse 9: Young Zee] Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured Diss us, watch I pop wheelies without Ninjas [Verse 10: DU] Bring ya bliggy wit ya for the Brick City niggas Shittin on ya like kitty litter [Verse 11: Yah Yah] 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 [Verse 12: Pacewon] All I want is money and my dick sucked [Chorus] [Verse 12: Az-Izz] Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters While you serve steak platters I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers [Verse 13: Axe] Axe get the dough like cake batter Pockets stay fatter The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper [Verse 14: Pacewon] Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo [Verse 15: Slang Ton] 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 [Verse 16: Rah Digga] Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo [Verse 17: DU] Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no [Chorus]