Imperial lyrics

Artist  : Rah Digga 
Song : Imperial



 Send "Imperial" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Chorus: Rah Digga



Flipmode the Imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the
radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your
stereo

or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the
disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we
go

You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the
video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear
me though

Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got
plenty mo'

Blow!



(Rah Digga)

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and
eyeliner

The only shit poppin like White Castle or the
Donna

Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast

Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly

Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb
with me

Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me
son 'em

The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about
gunnin

Got joints circulating like them old karate
flicks

Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body
chicks

Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury
trucks

And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for
20 bucks

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit
fail me

Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the
deli

Livin off the interest

Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of
fuckin 18 wheelers



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(Busta Rhymes)

Ay yo yo yo

Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll

Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like
y'all

I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas
like y'all

Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like
y'all

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas
like y'all

Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like
y'all

Trample niggas like y'all

Make examples outta niggas like y'all

Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside
the dance hall

Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like
ya'll

Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle
for niggas like y'all

Fight for niggas like y'all

Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all

Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like
y'all

My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like
y'all

Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin
Lysol

You know we be the ultimate

We fuckin with some other shit

And when we hit y'all

Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the
dick



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(Busta Rhymes)

A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa
wack shit

While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of
this rap shit



(Rah Digga)

Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match
wits?

Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me
jack shit 



(Busta Rhymes)

Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map
and shit

Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me
dap and shit



(Rah Digga)

Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like
Ally Sheedy

And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too
seedy



(Busta Rhymes)

Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on
your binoculars

Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco
Popular



(Rah Digga)

Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the
spot for ya

Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the
opera



(Busta Rhymes)

Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest
spoken philosophers

Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for
ya



(Rah Digga)

First and only female unmatched by anyone

Rip it from old school to the next millenium



Chorus