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No Doubt
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Das Efx
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Kick ass, nigga, come on Yeah, yeah, Hit Squad Firing Squad Nine, eight, shit No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing 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, let's 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 wanna get stuck up or get f*cked the f*ck 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 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 f*cking where It's unf*cking faitiggity tear cats out the frame Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Diggy Das M.O.P. And that nigga Teflon Let's get it on what, what Let's get it on yeah, yeah No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Diggy Das M.O.P. And that nigga Teflon Let's get it on what, what Let's get it on yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy, excuse me as I grab my N U 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, it's 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 let's expand on it, put my mans on it Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad We billin', ya, killin' ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Diggy Das M.O.P. And that nigga Teflon Let's get it on what, what Let's get it on yeah, yeah No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Diggy Das M.O.P. And that nigga Teflon Let's get it on what, what Let's get it on yeah, yeah
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