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Rah-rah-rah DiggaYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahCheck it out now uhDirty Harriet!Dirty Harriet!Dirty Harriet! Yeah!Where's my sisters?Where's my sisters?This one's for the brothersThe brothers, the brothersSaid I be rappin' for da ladiesWhat's up ladies?But this one's for da brothersSongtexteThe brothers, the brothersYeah check it out nowNow I'm the baby in the familyAnd I got three siblingsThree older brothers and we trying to make a livingSo we hustle and we bubbleAnd we coming up fastAin't gon' never be the sameSince mom and pops pastThe oldest one, child prodigy no doubtEvery since he was a kid used to ride a bitch outAll grown up nowNice job, nice cloutNice wife, nice house, try-na take the right routeTreat sis like a queen brother gave me everythingAny time I got in trouble he could probably pull some stringsWalk daddy's footsteps and career same speedMade the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed(Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin'Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin'Tried to turn himself in just to make things rightEnded up taking flight cause he's not the jail typeThe lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)The lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)Now I got a second brother me and this one was closerMade me a little tom boy like he was supposed toTearing up the place blowing weed in my faceIrresponsible to death parents stayed on his caseProbably cause he wanted to be the baby in the familyDrinking with his friends, macking upMommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the micWasn't really into rap but the shit sound tightHe used to tell me all the timeDon't wet none sisBy this time next year we gon' be dumb richThat's when I heard the illMy physical got killedJust a couple of weeks after signing a record dealNow somebody gots to bust and have to get a little toughAnd on the block round the clockNiggas ain't seen nothingYeah rightNever seen a brother more determined or eagerMoms and pops couldn't see itNow we not gonna see it eitherThe lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)The lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the normSome say part depressed some say part deformedRecord unclean since his early teensIn and out the youth housePlaying all the crime scenesEarly hangin' with fiends smoking all types of thingsHe used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreamsFrom the door, shit was wrong undetected too longBugged out when he was littleNow he big that was wrongLittle too early had to kick him out the houseHe just wanted some attention that's what dad was all aboutHe used to bust down the doorMoms cry, pops fightEven family counseling couldn't make this shit rightWord on the street every body want to do him>From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin'Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload?How much longer sis got before the last brother goneOH NO!The lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)The lesson of todayYou have to listen to each and every single word I have to sayBecause?Rah Digga?remains raw(Follow the rules)(Ya hear me, huh?)Rah Digga, rah digga[Outro]Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode SquadRah Digga (Uh-huh)I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybodyWho went out and copped my shitFor those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copyI suggest you go handle your BINow I'm about to take this time out to plug the nextFlipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay)I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?AnarchyAnd I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey)Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life)Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deepTry-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whateverFuck all y'all alright causeThis is me, this is who I beThis is my voice and you got no choiceAnd on that note I just wanted to sayCheers to another thousand yearsOf shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'allDirty Harriet!But before I forget don't touch that dial y'allMake sure y'all stay tune to check outThese next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with Aus Songtexte Mania