I got what you want
 I got what you need
 Rep chicks on the strip
 Rep thugs on the street
 I got what you want
 I got what you need
 Rep chicks on the strip
 Rep thugs on the street

 Verse 1:

 Digga Digga
 First name Rashia
 Rock the mic crazy
 Wouldn't wanna be ya
 Had a nice wing since my early teens
 Now I'm grown rocking microphones
 Sin! Sin!
 Said I learned new ways
 Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
 Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
 And he make mistakes
 Say That's The Brakes (That's The Brakes)
 True
 Hit 'em with the (Wooo!)
 Fine young woman now
 Long time coming now (Coming now)
 Thank the fans for they love and affection
 Heard me with the Fugees
 Still ain't making a connection
 Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me
 Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly
 Adding up to math
 Applying everything I learned
 While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned
 See


 Chorus:

 I got what you want
 I got what you need
 Rep chicks on the strength
 Rep thugs on the street
 East Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 West Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 Dirty South y'all
 Handle B.I.
 Up top y'all
 Handle your B.I.


 Verse 2:

 Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
 Say what's that all about (bout bout)
 It's about one two three four five for the rating
 A penny for the hating
 Y'all know my ways
 Staying up in the game of this MC craze
 Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days
 Say
 Rhymes I toss it
 Taking no losses
 Let management tell you who your new boss is
 People stay repping up on the West Coast
 Word is bond to my flow
 Y'all got the best 'dro
 Ain't seen nothing like it
 Ain't bring nothing like it
 If my rhymes strike a nerve
 Ain't mean nothing by it
 Dirty Harriet!
 And I be stepping to the left
 You bust for Diablo
 I still bust for UCEF
 Try'na see me on the MC tip
 Now child please
 Vocab for years
 And freak enough stylees
 Swing!
 Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers
 Take care of them before I take care of others
 Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince
 Big influence
 You saying I'm the dopest
 But I already knew this
 Say one check two check
 Everywhere check check
 Check for me
 We haven't ever even met yet
 Gotta thank God
 I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard


 Chorus:

 I got what you want
 I got what you need
 Rep chicks on the strength
 Rep thugs on the street
 East Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 West Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 Dirty South y'all
 Handle B.I.
 Up top y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 I got what you want
 I got what you need
 Rep chicks on the strength
 Rep thugs on the street
 East Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 West Coast y'all
 Handle your B.I.
 Dirty South y'all
 Handle B.I.
 Up top y'all
 Handle your B.I