Dfc

eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint
this crazy mother fucker thats always been
fuckin up as i bust shots and lots of clips
and, breakin these niggaz down fo they shit
see, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch
which, wont take too much time
so this stupid mother fucker cant drop the dime
im, back to the street
(with what nigga)
with gangster shit and dope beats
t double-es fin to get my cash on
so i get my blast on
grab my clip and dash home
so its on in the city where i slide
forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high
chillin with the dfc
and i got nineteen niggaz behind me
ready to get busy
who is he
im making it plain
so you stupid mother fuckers wont forget my name
its like, murder, murder, and movin up on my hits
and always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch
peep, im representin to you, snipin
my nigga tee dont give no fuck about a fight
its the one, two, three, ghetto life sound
boom, boom, boom, they all fall down
now heres a little story about a nigga on the run
never leaves the pound without packing a gun
paranoid, unemployed, but making bank
strapped, standing up on the corner slangin dank
its the dfc, in the c-i-t, y
f-l-i-n-t, i
take these niggaz on the warpath
poppin em, stoppin em, drop em in the bloodbath
niggaz got to clown
so, every since i got back ive been puttin it down
and straight fuckin up shit
and it dont quit
now im the mother fucker tellin you to get to dig beyyatch!!
this is fo the huslers yo
capone with the light skin, tone with the flow
here we go, check one, two with this
dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!
straight bumpin in the 68 chevrolet impala
bitches wanna follow, swallow
deez mother fucking nuts!!!
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
im starin at the corner in my room at night
i picks up the pen so i make my shit tight
and i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope
and big mans think that can hang when i quote
choke hos as i cough those with lots of dick
to, let em know im down fo my shit
yo ho, ass i might blast
but first i want yo cash
then yo bitch, no switch
what it is, twitch
no i dont want yo bitch
cuz bitches aint shit
but mother fucking hos and tricks
roll where the streets meet at
where hood meets hood, with bat n strap
ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine
in the c-i-t-y where i slide
i break a mother fucker when i gots to
with my glock too
many niggaz ball and make it hot
to stop, and grab your cock and pop
and do the wok
we cop thirty six and slang dope on our block
and keep a down bitch in yo corner
and if you disrespect then fuck nigga yous a gonna
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch
nigga figgaz hes bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
[ Digga Bigga Ditch Lyrics ]