What Dem Want?

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]

I'm saying peace to the gods

I'm steady peeping your cards

Don't even speak to these broads pussy deeper than yours

Ja rocking pieces with flaws trying to get back on your jobs

Trying to cut back on your cars suck a dick bitch

None of y'all fuck with Digger AKA Di

AKA dirty girl we staying Brick City me

Some even call me G 5

Short your to the highest power rtion in my knee

Now what's up you say the proof in the pudding

I say the proof in the pie

Cast be on me all day like the truth my

Se you on Rap City you kill the booth

My no flip this [ __ ] since boo

To fly truck full of D acting stuck up in the Range

We jingling baby more than them bus with C full of change

Couple bucks on some green from Beverly Hills t

To Compon fuck  with game true lame

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[Verse 2: The Game]

Nigga i spit that true shit  that me and you shit

Like I was at Baseline

When Jay recorded Blueprint

Freestyle with Busta Rhymes he told Dre you sick

Dre showed me the doted line I've been in the booth since

Niggas came and went i watched behind the Range Rover

Tense now I'm here put put a chain on the fence

A Phantom in the driveway paint on the bricks

Walk this way get more than Jam J on the kicks

I ogt stripes like AI Dodge you want to buy these PS meet me

At in at might grime

I'll be in the Cranberry Maserati high

I'm that nigga plus biger FlipMode

And I was getting rock money before I heard Dre

Kingpin nigga 10 keys for my 20th birthday

Yeah five bricks a Bentley Coupe

A Range of five a six in the black H2

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[Verse 3: The Game]

See coward dies a thousand deaths

But they don't say when so these nigga a snitch

And trying to stay away from the stay pen

I never did more than the week

But I seen vivly the even Marcus Stewart could walk through a penitentiary

If you ain't doing 25 to life without the possibility

It's possible that you possibly not feeling me   

My anger is stemming from all this negativity

And that's the type of shit that bring out the enemy me

[Verse 4: Rah Digga]

Well we getting twisted as hell

You know I'm sick wheni spil

Hip hop in my blood might have sickle cell

Get with the drill you  know Mommy getting a scr

They almost excuse me in the sequel cuz of how I kill bills

They be like yo shorty why you move that way

Shoot that Trey turn niggas in a goose P

Always keep a little stash for any food that lay

Or straight beat down face looking blue black gray

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