[Verse 1: T-Dub]
Ay yo creep with the T-Double-E from Flint
This crazy motherfucker that's always bent
Fuckin' up as I bust shots and lots of clips
And breakin' these n***as down fo' they shit
See I give a fuck about a bitch, switch
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigger ditch
Which won't take too much time
So this stupid motherfucker can't drop the dime
I'm back to the street (With what n***a?)
With gangsta shit 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***as behind me
Ready to get busy
Who is he, I'm making it plain
So you stupid motherfuckers 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 fuck that bullshit

[Hook]
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
[Verse 2: Al Breed & T-Dub]
Peep, I'm representin' to you, snipin'
My n***a 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 n***a 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***as on a warpath
Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop 'em in the bloodbath
N***a gots 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 motherfucker tellin' you to get the dick, bitch
This is for the hustlers, yo
Capone with the light skin tone with the flow
Here we go, check one, two with this
Dick in yo mouth as I do it like this, bitch
Straight bumpin' in the '68 Chevrolet Impala
Bitches wanna follow
Swallow these motherfucking nuts
Ha haha, naw dog, naw

[Hook]
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a 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 shit 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 dick too
Let her know I'm down for my shit
Your ho ass I might blast
But first I want yo' cash then yo' bitch
Now switch, what an itch, twitch
No I don't want your bitch
'Cause bitches ain't shit
But motherfuckin' 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 motherfucker 'cause I gots to, with my Glock too
Many n***as ball and make it hot
So stop and grab your cock and pop, and do the wop
We cop 36 and slang dope on my block
Now keep a down bitch in your corner
And if you disrespect then fuck, n***a you's a goner

[Hook]
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch
N***a figga he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)