Das Efx - No Doubt lyrics

Kick a** n***a come on Yeah yeah Hit Squad Firing Squad Nine eight sh** [Chorus] No doubt no doubt Do your thing do your thing No doubt no doubt Do your thing do your thing Yo it's Diggy Das M.O.P. and that n***a Teflon Let's get it on what what Let's get it on yeah yeah Another new year I got my crew here lets 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 sh** that the Ku Klux be burnin Who want to get stuck up Or get f**ed the f** up? Blucka, blucka blowe! b**h n***a 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 sh** 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 (tha'ts right) 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 f**ing where It's un f**ing faitiggity tear cats out the frame Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon, and Lil Fame [Chorus: x2] Say hello to the bad guy Hmmhm, excuse me as I Grab my N-you-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, Its 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 lets expand on it (what) Put my mans on it (what) Its the sh** that make flies want to land on it (what) The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad We billin ya, k**in ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia [Chorus: x2]