Dig On That

Lyrics

[Chorus: Samples] "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" [Verse 1: T.O the Funk Flow ] Okay, batters up, niggas talkin' my stuff But kill the rough-tough bluff or get crushed, you little buttercup I got skills that go beyond mics Your girl call me Mr All Night, ayo, I know I'm raw, right (Raw) It's '94, niggas wanna verbalise I'm stayin' calm, I'm not alone, so watch this nigga rise This is my state, so you can't really say it's yours When niggas flex, I break their necks and do 'em like chores ("Check it") I see a mic and I'm a hungry man like Swanson When I rap it's like magic, 'cause niggas be on my Johnson But if you're cool, then we cool, light up the Phill Let's get ill, peace goes out to one or two MCs around the state, 'cause niggas be thinkin' they great But wait, they get ape like the number one combo plate I'm handin' out soul food, you need a dish? For you to think that you could whip me, yo, that's fucked up (Fucked up) I work the mic the same way that I be workin' ass I hit the shit and then I split, but first, collect my cash I'm puttin' niggas on they back with a rap [?] So dig on that [Chorus: Samples] "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" [Verse 2: J.D.] Now here's a little somethin' for you to test Breathtakin', you lost your breath, when I'm kickin' it with Lord Finesse Motherfucker, I'm rougher, if you wanna test me I flex up and break a nigga down quicker than Nestlé Plus, I'm takin' off niggas in the worst way MCs goin' out like it's for recess in the first grade Never [?] on my head, comin' off like a guillotine Steady gettin' green, your hooks like nicotine Ain't gettin' served like tennis when it's A black man, it's pullin' more shit than a dentist I drop a sentence, that holds more meanin' than assembly And rob a niggas [?] like my last name was [?] ([?]) Plus, I'm playin' with you suckers like a [?] toy You claim you gangster but you a prankster like a jokey boy And best to move onto an easier profession Learn your lesson, or I'ma grab my Smith and Wesson (Wesson) So [?] and back the fuck up off me You couldn't be hyper if you drank ten cups of coffee 'Cause when it comes to the trigger, nigga, I'm faster I blast ya, Little Mac's ghost like my name was Casper [Chorus: Samples] "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" [Verse 3: Manhunt] Ayo, check it, like microphone check, one-two and Mic test and bless, now it's time to wreck your crew when Two pulls, I'm fast, I'm blastin' niggas ass in deuces Bruised kids, leavin' punk fags cut up [?] It's on the man, so, yo, you know the game plan Buddha blessed off some chocolate that I caught from Thailand (Thailand) I throw the choke like a boa constrictor Stomp a boot on the ground and hit seven on the Richter Boom, bang, [?] takin' two to the chest When I rhyme on fat tracks and flow with Finesse Grim reap, I roll with the darkest of the bunch Smoke Philly Blunts, play games on the stunts Quick to bring the noise, so, yo, you better save it The Ground Floor sound that could concave the pavement Sucker, don't fret, you get wet when I squirt Gotta [?] and bust a nose like [?] You get hurt, pack fat stacks of Philly Blunts This is for the silly stunts who try to front on the Manhunt You get got with the gat Now dig on that [Chorus: Sample, Lord Finesse] "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" (Check it) [Verse 4: Lord Finesse] It's the Funky Man Lord Finesse and I rhyme with effort Usin' all types of methods when it's time to set it Check it, let's keep it at a steady pace You're messin' with a heavyweight, that catch wreck, like in every state Straight up and down, no propaganda I'm gifted like Santa and back on the scene like Evander With the style you see, I can make the skins smile at me Fuck crossin' over, I keep it real like reality (Like reality) It's a fact you need a crew to stomp me Wanna step to me sonny? Fuck that, don't even do it, money (Do it, money) After a battle only one can stand Beatin' me it's impossible, now which part you don't understand? (Understand) You might rip it, but I flip it flyer I getcha liver, I'm x-rated like Richard Pryor And me slackin', [?] that's like Elvis comin' back That shit just ain't happenin' It's a fact that I play to win, no matter what stage I'm on And any motherfuckin' state I'm in I clean house like Top Job And pull bitches quicker that any multi-platinum rockstar Peace to Ground Floor and my man Bugz, I'm Audi 5 thou, y'all I catch ya later, one love [Chorus: Samples] "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up" "Check it" "What up, y'all" "Word up kid, word up"