Generation Efx

From the floor, keep it raw
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse 1: dray, skoob

I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain
I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain
We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids
It's diggity das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs
These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave
I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave
You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it
Or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, books come lace it, what?

Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, books to heat
Em
Keepin em raw from these brooklyn streets, where books defeats em
Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat
Freakin a style from brooklyn, the home of the bodybags
And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair
Low gear benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here
So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ?????
What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt

Chorus:

It's diggy das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Many people tell me this style is terrific
It's diggy das, raw breed
Make moves at top speed
It's the niggas from the sewer
Drink brew and puff weed
Giggity get wit it
Sewer rats stay twisted
Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific

Verse 2: dray, skoob

Yo
Well yo, in glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust
We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss
They went from az to jay-z, nas back to krayzie
To drayzie, i fuck up your knot and then i'm swayze

Word, yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare
Gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air
None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me
Pick up the vine and rock the kufi

Well, all i heard was versucci, coochie for the lucci
The gucci, but i just stay raw just like some sushi
My crew be ill, time to move these mill's
And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills

Yeah, yo, yo
Well yo, the shit i talk, it be the shit i walk
Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught
Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene
Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team

Chorus

One time

Intro/chorus: das efx, miss jones

Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around
Comes around, comes around
Das efx we goin out, so yo bust the way it's comin down
Another day, another plot to scheme
Stock to cream, kiggity-can't stop my team
Can't stop my team

Verse one: dray, skoob

Well iggity-open up, let me in so i could begin
Roll film at the slim trim ready to win
I got the (what?), head rocker, getcha tipsy like vodka
Don't mean to shock ya but i operate like a doctor
Show 'n' tell, excell past the start
(makin grand with my man) pushin luxury cars
Rock an ill rap (word), still strapped wit the rhymes
Diggy das blow your mind, no doubt, one of a kind

Niggity-no digga, the tiggity-tongue flipper, the funk ripper
The bum sticker, d' ??? what nigga
I'm iggity-out to make a bundle in all spots
Like the tiggity-tunnel, we start bleedin from the concrete
Jiggity-jungle, we holdin it down, son, no diggedy
Niggas be wettin the flow, wet the flow, slippery
Hickory dickory, what up doc? we bust shots
Niggity-nuff props to all my people prayin up top

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: dray, skoob

Yo
It's miggity-me dray, what can i say? the flow's tight
See we do it all night just to keep the crowd high
By the side off the richter, get the spot rockin
No, we're never stoppin, higgity-hip-hoppin
The hit squad, takin charge, no diggy
Riggity-rip the flow and ya know we gets busy (kid)
When we come thru, miggity 1-2 mic check
So boogie bang diggity-drop your slang, they can't stretch

Yeah, yo, yo
I'm figgity-from the illest part of town, we get down to get found
So swim or drown, kid, kiggity-come up short or hold it down
Biggity-been to mad places, seen all these changin faces
Court cases, and riggity-rip shows for all races
Son, i diggity-do my thing for the cream, the higgity-hip-hop fiend
Kiggity-call me the dream like hakeem
Figgity-finger on the trigger, vision on the sparrow
The diggy dark shadow, holdin it down and camouflage your town

Chorus

Verse three: skoob, dray

Higgity-hungry man like swanson, give up like charles bronson
And giggity-guess it's just the things i do like ???? ????
Got these hookers car hoppin, and stiggity-star gazin
Keep em movin, i'm wiggity-with my mans and that needs no provin

??? ???? p-e-t, see me on b-e-t
I roll with pmd, and see we d-i-p, my stee
Lo, stiggty-stay in a diggy-day out
I keep it way out, it's diggy das, kid, never played out

Chorus (x2)

*missjones crooning to fade*
*das efx giving shout outs*

No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh
Sewer rats in ya area (feel that)
(worldwide) bout to make things scarier (no doubt)
(diggy das) diggy das
(generation) yo, yo, yo

Intro/chorus:

If iggity-i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If i shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind

Verse one: dray

Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime i bust
No fuss, fully blown, benz fully chrome
Flips celly phone, diggy das, once again it's on
It's dray boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie
Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me
The big boys we're makin big noise
Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys
>from the corner to the stage, front page
Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please
So give a toast to the host, east coast
West coast, this here's just a small dose
Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie
No lie, the platinum and the gold eye
Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin
Yiggity-yes y'all, i know one thing

Chorus

Verse two: skoob

Yo, yo
I pliggity-play the back like a nfl safety
I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky
And the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em
Set up my office now e'rybody flossin
If niggas is hot, i'm ultraviolet
If niggas is fly then i'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage
Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin
Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo
It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that i sing
Kid, i'ma bring, so let me do my thing
Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right
Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive

Chorus

Verse three: dray, skoob

Yo
You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy glocks to fight cops
Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks
Bubblegoose, fat benz, fat timbs
Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams
We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle
So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle

Yo
What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines
If iggity-i shine then you shine, the crew shine
You rock the benz, son, i rock the range
Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, i'm sayin
Forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble
Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double

Chorus

Yeah yeah
Who it is son?

Chorus:

It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out... everybody, everybody

Chorus

Verse one:

Aiyyo my dogs hold heat, control the whole street
And when it's time to bust, they don't get cold feet
You know it's me, cause some say the boat rocker
Big mac not the whopper, peace to big poppa
The showstopper, like salt-n-pepa, rhyme wrecka
Friggidy-front on this, i won't letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue
Diggidy das efx, redman, comin through

We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly
But what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me
I, represent my ground, so yo what up now?
Non-believers hatin what the fuck now?
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars

New york, everybody; cali, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.c., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus

Verse two: redman

Aiyyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six
First of the month i got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brick
Sucker mc's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm
The dark ranger, call me don punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, i don't give a fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin i get my bangs on

East coast, everybody; west coast, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
Up north, everybody; down south, everybody, c'mon
Chorus

Verse three:

Biggidy-bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the angle, now who wanna tangle?
Click-clack, get back, dunn let me rip that
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
You showboatin, get your whole frame broken
Found floatin, somewhere in hoboken
No jokin, jump out the benz bubble
Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle

Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the ins
And outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way
Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go
Trust me if it's runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo
Facin towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the air
Cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine
Blow your spot up, cause yo i gotta, get this ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars

New york, everybody; cali, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
D.c., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
Chorus
*fade out*

Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah

Chorus: (x2)

It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out.......

Verse one: dray, skoob

Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme
Diggy-das, redman bout to shine
Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo
Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno
I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be
Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee
In factually, guaranteed to keep it live
Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive

A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so i can hang em
And boom bang em, i gets paid for droppin slang
I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine
I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect)
I lay this flow then they pay me doe
Now everywhere we go it's on the radio
But yo, i'm not a show off, i come to drop the flow off
And make sure the top blow off, it's how i go off

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: redman

Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since i was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six
First of the month i got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when i brick
Sucker mc's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm
The dark ranger, call me don punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, i don't give a fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin i get my bangs on

Chorus (x2)

Verse three: dray, skoob

I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way
Tryin to get away with murder like oj
Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash
You come around here you get mashed
Like potatoes, because i hate those, oh lord yes
Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed
What's this? tapped ya on the left breast
I guess i need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes

Yeah, yo, yo
I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin
Roastin in the corner just postin
Up, drinkin liquor out the cup
That's when i struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut
But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles
I knew that i could handle this no matter what the challenge is
Miss, what's your name and your game?
If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame

Chorus (x2)

Intro/chorus: (*sample of queen's "sail away sweet sister"*)

Hey little babe, you're changin
Babe are you feelin sore?
Ain't no use in dancin
Don't wanna play no more
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: drayz

Well yo, yo, waddup?
Boo, how ya doin? let's go walk and talk
See i ain't about to hawk, i plans to make this short
See i been (where?) in the sewer liggity layin with the crew (true)
And wiggity watchin all the changes that you're goin thru
Now walk, first of all we all can tell you're feelin sore
And that's for sure, niggity now raw like how you was before
I saw you last year, change from the past year
Hit the fast gear, kniggity knew you couldn't last here
You piggity past here, higgity had to hold you down
But then you turned around and stiggity started standing cross town
You gettin a bad name in the fast lane
Gettin a bad frame, niggity not the same and that's a damn shame

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: skoob

Yo
Shorty rappin what the deal? iggity ain't heard from me in a while
See, once a man and twice a child but in your case it's wiggity wild
Let's break the ice and liggity light this weed
Remember you was schoolin me when you was only a seed
Now it's time to school you cos see i'm a nigga that's true
If we ain't see it in the streets, my crew, we heard it from you
A few couldn't understand cos you was raised in the street
To each his own, whiggity where you layed your hat was your home
None see the shining sea, you been the star on tv
See i only knew you by face til i met my nigga p
Piggity put me on to you, tiggity told me to shine
So when you had the time, iggity i had the rhyme
Started runnin with them kids and keepin up with them trends
I never took it as a diss cos me and you was just friends
But now your man's got you on some other garbage
C. deloris tucker got you thinkin murder charges
Plus them same cats flipped on you, dissin you
Cos you're sample says "you ain't original", i wanted to get rid of you
But who would figure you would try to play both sides?
You honey rides, you look at your reflection through my eyes, no lies

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3: drayz, skoob

And naw man
Now some people are tryin to ban you but they don't understand you
Like me and my man do, when all the drama that you ran thru
(so thankyou) for the benz, thankyou for the rims and timbs
Thankyou for the friends, thankyou for the ends that i spend
Thankyou for the weed and all the times you took me overseas
And thankyou for the dreams and all the fans that i please
Thanks from all hardcore, thanks for lettin me be a member
And thanks for lettin me rock your party, shorty just remember

I'll be tender when you're weared, for you's a diamond in the rough
You want the fuck, i know you feel sore but higgity hush
Biggity baby you diggity don't try
We're gon' held you down til the diggity day that we die

Chorus (x2)