I got what you want (ah, ah)
I got what you need (ah, ah)
Rep chicks on the strip (ah, ah)
Rep thugs on the street (ah, ah)
I got what you want (ah, ah)
I got what you need (ah, ah)
Rep chicks on the strip (ah, ah)
Rep thugs on the street (ah, ah)
Digga, Digga, first name Rashia
Rock the mic crazy, wouldn't wanna be ya
Had a nice wing since my early teens
Now I'm grown, rockin' microphones
Sin, sin, said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he makes mistakes
Say, "That's the brakes" (that's the brakes)
True (woo), hit 'em with the-
Fine young woman now
Long time comin' now (comin' now) (uh)
Thank the fans for they love and affection
Heard me with the Fugees, still ain't makin' a connection
Fulfill my destiny, wasn't nothin' y'all could tell me
Rippin' down the stage with a baby in my belly
Addin' up the math, applyin' everything I learned
While a dummy kept goin' on tour and get burned, see
I got what you want (ah, ah) (up high)
I got what you need (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep chicks on the strength (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep thugs on the street (ah, ah) (up high)
East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Up top y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say, "What's that all about?" ('bout-'bout)
It's about one-two-three-four-five for the ratin'
A penny for the hatin', y'all know my ways
Stayin' up in the game of this MC craze
Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days, say
Rhymes I toss it, takin' no losses
Let management tell you who your new boss is
People stay reppin' up on the West Coast
Word is bound to my flow, y'all got the best dro'
Ain't seen nothin' like it, ain't bring nothin' like it
If my rhymes strike a nerve, ain't mean nothin' by it
Dirty Harriet, and I be steppin' to the left
You bust for Diablo, I still bust for UCEF
Tryna see me on the MC tip, now child please
Vocab for years, and freak enough stylees
(Swin') rep the thing for my hip-hop brothers
Take care of them before I take care of others
Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince, big influence
You sayin' I'm the dopest, but I already knew this
Say one check, two check, everywhere check-check
Check for me, we haven't ever even met yet (gotta thank God)
I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard
I got what you want (ah, ah) (up high)
I got what you need (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep chicks on the strength (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep thugs on the street (ah, ah) (up high)
East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Up top y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
I got what you want (ah, ah) (up high)
I got what you need (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep chicks on the strength (ah, ah) (up high)
Rep thugs on the street (ah, ah) (up high)
East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)
Up top y'all, handle your B.I. (woo) (ah, ah)