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