No I.D. - Album Intro lyrics

[Intro: Rah Digga] Whoo, Yes Ladies and gentlemen, (D-I) Yall know my name, (Dirty Harriet) Digga Digga, (How serious) I'd like (D-I) to shout out my manager Ace Lentz, (This album is) Let's do this, Megahertz, (2000, D-I) Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes Outsidaz reppin the bricks Nobody on the track. (D-I) [Rah Digga] Yo, When I step in the booth, Flip ugly and I loose all couth Dig-ga be-have Maintained the streets, Next journey still with the same peeps Dig-ga be brave Ima do this son, Dirty Harriet number one, (Come on) Dig-ga we straight Got somethin for you and you and you, Man what's my name yo, (D-I) G-G-A As we start round two, Next rhyme might be about you Hope you never see the light, Like Juwanna Man 2 I'm still makin sure, All my rhymes is tight Tell you that from day one like they tell us God is white Imperial chick from Brick City, Doin a buck fifty Rollin around in trucks strictly When it's time to break fools, My rhyme styles dagger Tare you down worse then the O'Riley factor Do it for my sake, I dare yall to try me Burn yall up the a** like cancer in the prostate Best in the tri-state, Perhaps in the country Headline with no album, That's how bad n***as want me Might be a little raw, For the average broad Don't worry baby girl, I got somethin for yall as well Do tell, Cause everything's a story It's your favorite little grimey, But my name ain't NORE [Ghostface k**ah] It wasn't the way she rapped, It was a talent God gave it a she brought it back Tell Bust I said peace Flipmode flip dough, Zip codes, Go back home on skid row n***as don't like Tone Or you digga, Handle they b**h and I'll get the n***a Develop that into a real picture, Click n***as get that sh**, I don't play that sh** I concentrate on hits, Not that BET n***a bodies or an ill album, Or a song for them ill mommies I swear I will dot theses n***as the f** out Get to cussin and cuttin, These corny co*ks**ers better stop frontin Word, Blow yall n***as for damn near nothin We-Got, Yo let them things pop, We got the mean darts Cheese-Blocks, We the welfare babies with the dark brown birth marks Don't get your a**ed up, f** that Ghost and Rah Digga, Taxin n***as, We ain't cuttin back so Please-Stop, Theodore and Flipmode will invade your whole spot