eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint   this crazy mother fucker that's 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 he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch      which, won't take too much time   so this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime   i'm, back to the street   (with what nigga)   with gangster shit 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 niggaz behind me   ready to get busy   who is he   i'm making it plain   so you stupid mother fuckers 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 fuck that bullshit      nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch      peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'   my nigga tee don't give no fuck 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 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      it's 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 i've been puttin' it down   and straight fuckin' up shit   and it don't quit   now i'm the mother fucker 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   bitches wanna follow, swallow   deez mother fucking nuts!!!      nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)      nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)      i'm 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 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 shit   yo ho, ass i might blast   but first i want yo cash   then yo bitch, no switch   what it is, twitch   no i don't want yo bitch   cuz bitches ain't shit   but mother fucking 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 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 you's a gonna      nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch   nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)