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

[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 nigga 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 shit that the Ku Klux be burnin 
Who want to get stuck up 
Or get fucked the fuck up? 
Blucka, blucka blowe! 
Bitch nigga 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 
Shit 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 fucking where 
It's un fucking 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 shit that make flies want to land on it (what) 
The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad 
We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia 

[Chorus: x2]