Chorus:
  
   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
  
   Verse 1:
  
   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
  
  
   Chorus:
  
   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.
  
  
   Verse 2:
  
   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
  
  
   Chorus:
  
   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.