No Doubt (feat. M.O.P. And Teflon)

Kick ass, nigga, come on

Yeah, yeah, Hit Squad Firing Squad

Nine, eight, shit

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

It's Diggy Das M.O.P.

And that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what, what

Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Another new year I got my crew here, let's get it on

Miggity make money, money, yo, son, I got the bomb

See me swervan, through the urban

Black Suburban, puffing urban, wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

See I'm learnin', while I'm earnin'

Rapidly firin', like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin'

Who wanna get stuck up or get fucked the fuck up?

Blucka, blucka blowe, bitch, nigga your lucks up

Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out, thug out, but rub out

Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out

Shit I set it for real when I bug out

My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out

We represent the Ruffhouse

Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house

Now your facing a one of a kind dude

Undefined dude, top of the line dude

Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here

All my people up in here, it's rough in here

Bullets figgity flying every fucking where

It's unfucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame

Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.

And that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what, what

Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.

And that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what, what

Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Say hello to the bad guy, excuse me as I grab my N U Ts

No need to ask why, we blow the spot up

Hit 'em with the uncut raw

Could be somewhat more advance with the product

You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore

All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for

First family style, its deep, you catch us on these beats

But we should never be disconnected from these streets

See my higgity hard times that bring forth these higgity hard rhymes

Hard crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with scar lines

Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again

Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

See him in the next life 'cause that's where were gon' meet again

And if it goes down then you gon' bleed again

Any ground I roam, I stand on it

Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

Yeah, so let's expand on it, put my mans on it

Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it

The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad

We billin', ya, killin' ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.

And that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what, what

Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

No doubt, no doubt

Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.

And that nigga Teflon

Let's get it on what, what

Let's get it on yeah, yeah