Dig a Bigga Ditch lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Dub]
Ay yo creep with the T-Double-E from Flint
This crazy motherf*cker that's always bent
f*ckin' up as I bust shots and lots of clips
And breakin' these n*ggas down fo' they sh*t
See I give a f*ck about a b*tch, switch
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigger ditch
Which won't take too much time
So this stupid motherf*cker can't drop the dime
I'm back to the street (With what n*gga?)
With gangsta sh*t and dope beats
T-Double-E's finna get my cash on
So I get my blast on
Grab my clip and dash on
So it's on in the city where I slide
Forget about the troubles and get 9 to 5 and get high
Chillin' with The DFC
And I got 19 n*ggas behind me
Ready to get busy
Who is he, I'm making it plain
So you stupid motherf*ckers won't forget my name
It's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits
And always keep a 9 up on my side and f*ck that bullsh*t

[Hook]
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
[Verse 2: Al Breed & T-Dub]
Peep, I'm representin' to you, snipin'
My n*gga Tee don't give no f*ck 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*gga on the run
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Paranoid, unemployed, but making bank
Strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank
It's The DFC from the C-I-T-Y-F-L-I-N-T
I take these n*ggas on a warpath
Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop 'em in the bloodbath
n*gga gots to clown, so
Every since I got back I've been puttin' it down
And straight f*ckin' up sh*t, and it don't quit
Now I'm the motherf*cker tellin' you to get the di*k, b*tch
This is for the hustlers, yo
Capone with the light skin tone with the flow
Here we go, check one, two with this
di*k in yo mouth as I do it like this, b*tch
Straight bumpin' in the '68 Chevrolet Impala
b*tches wanna follow
Swallow these motherf*cking nuts
Ha haha, naw dog, naw

[Hook]
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
[Verse 3: Al Breed]
I'm starin' at the corner in my room at night
I picks up the pen so I make my sh*t tight
I write daily to keep my rhyme dope
And big mans think they can hang when I quote
Choke hoes as I caught those with lots of di*k too
Let her know I'm down for my sh*t
Your ho ass I might blast
But first I want yo' cash then yo' b*tch
Now switch, what an itch, twitch
No I don't want your b*tch
'Cause b*tches ain't sh*t
But motherf*ckin' hoes and tricks
Roll where the streets meet at
And hood meets hood with bat and strap
Ready to peel a cap and rat-a-tat-tat goes the 9
In the C-I-T-Y where I slide
I break a motherf*cker 'cause I gots to, with my Glock too
Many n*ggas ball and make it hot
So stop and grab your c*ck and pop, and do the wop
We cop 36 and slang dope on my block
Now keep a down b*tch in your corner
And if you disrespect then f*ck, n*gga you's a goner

[Hook]
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
n*gga figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (b*tch)