[Verse 1]

Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin all yall punk crews

Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use

And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked

I'm fresher than that, and that new shit you tryin to write

Like mita, mita, name not Rashita

Battle on the streets so when I'm playin senorita

Spend a few peso on some chili con queso

Thinkin how I used to wax rappers back that eso

Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron

Wit a nigga tryin to chew my tampon with my pants on

I'm gettin money off the books like I'm Beatnuts

Make em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups

Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka

Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker

Word to my godfather, who bombs harder

Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter



HOOK 2X:

All you MC's better stand your ground

Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains

Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains

(curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all

curtains on all y'all)

When Digga come down



[Verse 2]

Some people say when I drink I don't act right

Raisin my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight

or in my travels, grabbin slices from S'Barro's

Eyein fake niggas like they intimate apparel

20,000 seaters, heads givin me pounds

Even biggin me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge

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