Busta Rhymes - Imperial lyrics

Chorus: Rah Digga Flipmode the Imperial You know you love it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the sh** up in your stereo Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly sh**, my n***a here we go You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo' Blow! (Rah Digga) It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner The only sh** poppin like White Castle or the diner Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly Labels scarred to d**h to let their artist bomb with me Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em The ruggedest b**h, don't even rhyme about gunnin Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks Throw my sh** in your hoopty or your luxury trucks And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks And I'll still be the greatest if this rap sh** fail me Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli Livin off the interest Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of f**in 18 wheelers Chorus (Busta Rhymes) Ay yo yo yo Raze and dazzle n***as like ya'll Spray n***as like you and dismantle n***as like y'all I got the thing that'll majorly handle n***as like y'all Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel n***as like y'all I know some joke n***as who love to ha**le n***as like y'all Talk, and fix and simply dance on n***as like y'all Trample n***as like y'all Make examples outta n***as like y'all Grit their teeth and co*k the hammer up inside the dance hall Thugs, here's another sample for n***as like ya'll Or for the ones who pa** and light a roman candle for n***as like y'all Fight for n***as like y'all Grad the mic from motherf**ers like y'all Blow the spot in the night for all my n***as like y'all My get high n***as, I blaze for n***as like y'all Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the f**in Lysol You know we be the ultimate We f**in with some other sh** And when we hit y'all Yes, we sit and watch ya'll n***as ride the dick Chorus (Busta Rhymes) A'yo, clap and slap up a n***a for talkin lotsa wack sh** While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap sh** (Rah Digga) Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits? Write my own rhymes so can't no n***a tell me jack sh** (Busta Rhymes) Master sh**, Flipmode exclusive across the map and sh** Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and sh** (Rah Digga) Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy (Busta Rhymes) Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular (Rah Digga) Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin sh** since the Phantom of the Opera (Busta Rhymes) Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya (Rah Digga) First and only female unmatched by anyone Rip it from old school to the next millennium Chorus