Kick ass nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah Hit Squad, Firing Squad
Nine eight shit

Chorus: Das EFX

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
Yo, its Diggy Das, M.O.P.,
and that nigga Teflon
Lets get it on what what
Lets get it on yeah yeah

Drayz
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

Lil Fame
See Im learnin, while Im 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

Teflon
Yo, Im 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

Billy Danze
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

Skoob
Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here
Its rough in here
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Its un fucking faitiggity
tear cats out the frame
Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon, and Lil Fame

Chorus - 2x

Teflon
Say hello to the bad guy
Hmmhm, 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

Billy Danze
You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that
Im willing to die for
First family style! Its deep
You catch us on these beats
But we should never be
disconnected from these streets

Skoob
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

Lil Fame
See him in the next life cause thats
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

Drayz
Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what )
Put my mans on it ( what )
Its the shit that make flies
wanna land on it ( what )
The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad
We billin ya, killin ya,
figgity feelin ya til the next
millennia

Chorus - 2x