Handle Your B.i. Lyrics - Rah Digga

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street 

Digga Digga, first name Rashia 

Rock the mic crazy, wouldn't wanna be ya 

Had a nice wing since my early teens 

Now I'm grown rocking microphones 

Sin, sin 

Said I learned new ways 

Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze 

Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise 

And he make mistakes, say that's the brakes 

(That's the brakes) 

True, hit 'em with the 

(Wooo) 

Fine young woman now, long time coming now 

(Coming now) 

Thank the fans for they love and affection 

Heard me with the Fugees, still ain't making a connection 

Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me 

Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly 

Adding up to math, applying everything I learned 

While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned, see 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strength, rep thugs on the street 

East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. 

Up top y'all, handle your B.I. 

Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth 

Say what's that all about 

('Bout, 'bout) 

It's about one, two, three, four, five for the rating 

A penny for the hating, y'all know my ways 

Staying up in the game of this MC craze 

Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days, say 

Rhymes I toss it, taking no losses 

Let management tell you who your new boss is 

People stay repping up on the West Coast 

Word is bond to my flow, y'all got the best 'dro 

Ain't seen nothing like it, ain't bring nothing like it 

If my rhymes strike a nerve 

Ain't mean nothing by it 

Dirty Harriet 

And I be stepping to the left 

You bust for Diablo, I still bust for UCEF 

Try'na see me on the MC tip, now, child please 

Vocab for years and freak enough stylees, swing 

Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers 

Take care of them before I take care of others 

Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince, big influence 

You saying I'm the dopest, but I already knew this 

Say one check two check, everywhere check check 

Check for me, we haven't ever even met yet 

Gotta thank God I said I gotta thank God 

I could look this fly and rock it this hard 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strength, rep thugs on the street 

East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. 

Up top y'all, handle your B.I. 

I got what you want, I got what you need 

Rep chicks on the strength, rep thugs on the street 

East Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

West Coast y'all, handle your B.I. 

Dirty South y'all, handle B.I. 

Up top y'all, handle your B.I.