What's Up Wit That (Rah Digga)

Ha, once again First and only female representin', yeah Rah Digga comin' through you know what I'm sayin' Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster Up in the slot where you used to rock Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that Ha, ha, ha, ha that's fine, that's funny Now they ass catching bricks like the f**kin' crash dummies I'm makin' hits like the oldies, what's up wit that Cats be frontin' like they know me, yo, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers 'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers Verse dentin', worse than armageddon Worse than them kids runnin' around bomb settin' Mind threatenin', like a couple hits of mescaline Comin' up with documents to cover the embezzlin' Educated, rhymes pre-meditated Over niggas heads while they out percolatin' Spot datin', block money I could take in Drops on the box like I was ovulatin' Now, for all the cats wildin', what's up wit that You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that 'Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans 'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans In '99 baby hold your stuff I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff Focus your attention as I make my mark 'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't start Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition' Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the mission Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference 'Fore you're left hangin' from your vest Definitely, gettin' severance pay While my joint moves 20,000 units every day Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, what's up wit that I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'Cuz that's how shit be what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' chico I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin' people 'Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G I'm writin' rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey