Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all 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      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      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      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 beggin' me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge   Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya   Playin' me close so I can hook you up with Busta      Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo   More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo   With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa   Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca      Why you take it there? 'Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi   And when I freestyle you ain't gon' hear it on my CD   Money management 'cuz I'm grown up and older now   Drinkin' mad low and brow, tell 'em how it's goin' down      Bricks, Bricks 'cuz I was born in the Bricks   Bricks, Bricks and shit is on in the Bricks   Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to   But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle      Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks   Bricks, Bricks and I'm the mack in the Bricks   Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards   And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package      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      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      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      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