Tight

[Intro] Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [Verse 1] And I say what's tight Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs With doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics (Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors For takin' mad niggas titles! Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Chorus] Now, who be writin' rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight [Verse 2] A black queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me different Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these tight buttas, creme de la guttas Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover Chop, and I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate Now show you the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellular [What?] Polo curls Digging all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Chorus] Now, who be writin' rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight [Verse 3] Who's the tightest, I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me 'cause I beat a bitch, I swear I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair, yeah I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeating me is morbid 'Cause I get you open like the coming of the Pope When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit' My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin' We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone Down to they X and Y chromosome So see my name tagged in bold or italics Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged Number one imported like Beck's Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX [Chorus] Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight [Outro: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes] Tight, tight, aight And the plans is tight Tight, tight, tight Tight, tight, aight And the plans is tight Tight One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)