The D.O.C. - Dig a Bigga Ditch lyrics

Artist: DFC Album: Things in Tha Hood Song: Dig a Bigga Ditch Eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint This crazy mother f**er that's always been f**in' up as i bust shots and lots of clips And, breakin' these n***as down fo' they sh** See, i give a f** about a b**h, switch n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Which, won't take too much time So this stupid mother f**er can't drop the dime I'm, back to the street (with what n***a) With gangster sh** and dope beats T double-e's fin to get my cash on So i get my blast on Grab my clip and dash home So it's 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 n***as behind me Ready to get busy Who is he I'm making it plain So you stupid mother f**ers won't forget my name It's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits And always keep a nine up on my side and f** that bullsh** n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Peep, I'm representin' to you, snipin' My n***a tee don't give no f** about a fight It's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound Boom, boom, boom, they all fall down Now here's a little story about a n***a on the run Never leaves the pound without packing a gun Paranoid, unemployed, but making bank Strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank It's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y F-l-i-n-t, i Take these n***as on the warpath Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath n***as got to clown So, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down And straight f**in' up sh** And it don't quit Now I'm the mother f**er tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!! This is fo the husler's 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 b**hes wanna follow, swallow Deez mother f**ing nuts!!! n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) I'm starin' at the corner in my room at night I picks up the pen so i make my sh** tight And i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope And big man's think that can hang when i quote Choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick To, let 'em know I'm down fo my sh** Yo ho, a** i might blast But first i want yo cash Then yo b**h, no switch What it is, twitch No i don't want yo b**h Cuz b**hes ain't sh** But mother f**ing ho's 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 f**er when i gots to With my Glock too Many n***as ball and make it hot To stop, and grab your co*k and pop And do the wok We cop thirty six and slang dope on our block And keep a down b**h in yo corner And if you disrespect then f** n***a you's a gonna n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h) n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch n***a figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b**h)