Imperial (Remix)

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

Chorus: Rah Digga

Flipmode the Imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'

Blow!

(Rah Digga)

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner

The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna

Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast

Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly

Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me

Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em

The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin

Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks

Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks

Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks

And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me

Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli

Livin off the interest

Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers

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(Busta Rhymes)

Ay yo yo yo

Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll

Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all

I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all

Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all

Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all

Trample niggas like y'all

Make examples outta niggas like y'all

Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall

Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll

Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all

Fight for niggas like y'all

Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all

Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all

My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all

Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol

You know we be the ultimate

We fuckin with some other shit

And when we hit y'all

Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick

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(Busta Rhymes)

A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit

While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit

(Rah Digga)

Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?

Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit

(Busta Rhymes)

Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit

Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit

(Rah Digga)

Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy

And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy

(Busta Rhymes)

Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars

Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular

(Rah Digga)

Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya

Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the opera

(Busta Rhymes)

Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers

Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya

(Rah Digga)

First and only female unmatched by anyone

Rip it from old school to the next millenium

Chorus