[{"id":29527079,"name":"Digga Bigga Ditch","trackName":"Digga Bigga Ditch","artistName":"DFC","albumName":"Chapter 276. Herschelwood `94","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\nthis crazy mother fucker that's always been\nfuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\nand, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\nsee, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\nwhich, won't take too much time\nso this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\ni'm, back to the street\n(with what nigga)\nwith gangster shit and dope beats\nt double-e's fin to get my cash on\nso i get my blast on\ngrab my clip and dash home\nso it's on in the city where i slide\nforget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\nchillin' with the dfc\nand i got nineteen niggaz behind me\nready to get busy\nwho is he\ni'm making it plain\nso you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\nit's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\nand always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\npeep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\nmy nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\nit's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\nboom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\nnow here's a little story about a nigga on the run\nnever leaves the pound without packing a gun\nparanoid, unemployed, but making bank\nstrapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\nit's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\nf-l-i-n-t, i\ntake these niggaz on the warpath\npoppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\nniggaz got to clown\nso, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\nand straight fuckin' up shit\nand it don't quit\nnow i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\nthis is fo the husler's yo\ncapone with the light skin, tone with the flow\nhere we go, check one, two with this\ndick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\nstraight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\nbitches wanna follow, swallow\ndeez mother fucking nuts!\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\ni'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\ni picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\nand i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\nand big man's think that can hang when i quote\nchoke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\nto, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\nyo ho, ass i might blast\nbut first i want yo cash\nthen yo bitch, no switch\nwhat it is, twitch\nno i don't want yo bitch\ncuz bitches ain't shit\nbut mother fucking ho's and tricks\nroll where the streets meet at\nwhere hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\nready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\nin the c-i-t-y where i slide\ni break a mother fucker when i gots to\nwith my glock too\nmany niggaz ball and make it hot\nto stop, and grab your cock and pop\nand do the wok\nwe cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\nand keep a down bitch in yo corner\nand if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Digga Bigga Ditch\n  artist: DFC\n  album: Chapter 276. Herschelwood `94\n  duration_ms: 343000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\n  this crazy mother fucker that's always been\n  fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\n  and, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\n  see, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  which, won't take too much time\n  so this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\n  i'm, back to the street\n  (with what nigga)\n  with gangster shit and dope beats\n  t double-e's fin to get my cash on\n  so i get my blast on\n  grab my clip and dash home\n  so it's on in the city where i slide\n  forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\n  chillin' with the dfc\n  and i got nineteen niggaz behind me\n  ready to get busy\n  who is he\n  i'm making it plain\n  so you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\n  it's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\n  and always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\n  my nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\n  it's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\n  boom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\n  now here's a little story about a nigga on the run\n  never leaves the pound without packing a gun\n  paranoid, unemployed, but making bank\n  strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\n  it's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\n  f-l-i-n-t, i\n  take these niggaz on the warpath\n  poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\n  niggaz got to clown\n  so, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\n  and straight fuckin' up shit\n  and it don't quit\n  now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\n  this is fo the husler's yo\n  capone with the light skin, tone with the flow\n  here we go, check one, two with this\n  dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\n  straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\n  bitches wanna follow, swallow\n  deez mother fucking nuts!\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  i'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\n  i picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\n  and i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\n  and big man's think that can hang when i quote\n  choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\n  to, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\n  yo ho, ass i might blast\n  but first i want yo cash\n  then yo bitch, no switch\n  what it is, twitch\n  no i don't want yo bitch\n  cuz bitches ain't shit\n  but mother fucking ho's and tricks\n  roll where the streets meet at\n  where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\n  ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\n  in the c-i-t-y where i slide\n  i break a mother fucker when i gots to\n  with my glock too\n  many niggaz ball and make it hot\n  to stop, and grab your cock and pop\n  and do the wok\n  we cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\n  and keep a down bitch in yo corner\n  and if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n"},{"id":32393329,"name":"Digga Bigga Ditch","trackName":"Digga Bigga Ditch","artistName":"DFC","albumName":"Diary of the Originator","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\nthis crazy mother fucker that's always been\nfuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\nand, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\nsee, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\nwhich, won't take too much time\nso this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\ni'm, back to the street\n(with what nigga)\nwith gangster shit and dope beats\nt double-e's fin to get my cash on\nso i get my blast on\ngrab my clip and dash home\nso it's on in the city where i slide\nforget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\nchillin' with the dfc\nand i got nineteen niggaz behind me\nready to get busy\nwho is he\ni'm making it plain\nso you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\nit's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\nand always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\npeep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\nmy nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\nit's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\nboom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\nnow here's a little story about a nigga on the run\nnever leaves the pound without packing a gun\nparanoid, unemployed, but making bank\nstrapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\nit's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\nf-l-i-n-t, i\ntake these niggaz on the warpath\npoppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\nniggaz got to clown\nso, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\nand straight fuckin' up shit\nand it don't quit\nnow i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\nthis is fo the husler's yo\ncapone with the light skin, tone with the flow\nhere we go, check one, two with this\ndick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\nstraight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\nbitches wanna follow, swallow\ndeez mother fucking nuts!\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\ni'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\ni picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\nand i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\nand big man's think that can hang when i quote\nchoke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\nto, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\nyo ho, ass i might blast\nbut first i want yo cash\nthen yo bitch, no switch\nwhat it is, twitch\nno i don't want yo bitch\ncuz bitches ain't shit\nbut mother fucking ho's and tricks\nroll where the streets meet at\nwhere hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\nready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\nin the c-i-t-y where i slide\ni break a mother fucker when i gots to\nwith my glock too\nmany niggaz ball and make it hot\nto stop, and grab your cock and pop\nand do the wok\nwe cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\nand keep a down bitch in yo corner\nand if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Digga Bigga Ditch\n  artist: DFC\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 343000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\n  this crazy mother fucker that's always been\n  fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\n  and, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\n  see, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  which, won't take too much time\n  so this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\n  i'm, back to the street\n  (with what nigga)\n  with gangster shit and dope beats\n  t double-e's fin to get my cash on\n  so i get my blast on\n  grab my clip and dash home\n  so it's on in the city where i slide\n  forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\n  chillin' with the dfc\n  and i got nineteen niggaz behind me\n  ready to get busy\n  who is he\n  i'm making it plain\n  so you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\n  it's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\n  and always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\n  my nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\n  it's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\n  boom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\n  now here's a little story about a nigga on the run\n  never leaves the pound without packing a gun\n  paranoid, unemployed, but making bank\n  strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\n  it's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\n  f-l-i-n-t, i\n  take these niggaz on the warpath\n  poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\n  niggaz got to clown\n  so, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\n  and straight fuckin' up shit\n  and it don't quit\n  now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\n  this is fo the husler's yo\n  capone with the light skin, tone with the flow\n  here we go, check one, two with this\n  dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\n  straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\n  bitches wanna follow, swallow\n  deez mother fucking nuts!\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  i'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\n  i picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\n  and i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\n  and big man's think that can hang when i quote\n  choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\n  to, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\n  yo ho, ass i might blast\n  but first i want yo cash\n  then yo bitch, no switch\n  what it is, twitch\n  no i don't want yo bitch\n  cuz bitches ain't shit\n  but mother fucking ho's and tricks\n  roll where the streets meet at\n  where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\n  ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\n  in the c-i-t-y where i slide\n  i break a mother fucker when i gots to\n  with my glock too\n  many niggaz ball and make it hot\n  to stop, and grab your cock and pop\n  and do the wok\n  we cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\n  and keep a down bitch in yo corner\n  and if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n"},{"id":9664837,"name":"Digga Bigga Ditch","trackName":"Digga Bigga Ditch","artistName":"DFC","albumName":"Things in tha Hood","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\nthis crazy mother fucker that's always been\nfuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\nand, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\nsee, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\nwhich, won't take too much time\nso this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\ni'm, back to the street\n(with what nigga)\nwith gangster shit and dope beats\nt double-e's fin to get my cash on\nso i get my blast on\ngrab my clip and dash home\nso it's on in the city where i slide\nforget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\nchillin' with the dfc\nand i got nineteen niggaz behind me\nready to get busy\nwho is he\ni'm making it plain\nso you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\nit's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\nand always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\npeep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\nmy nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\nit's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\nboom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\nnow here's a little story about a nigga on the run\nnever leaves the pound without packing a gun\nparanoid, unemployed, but making bank\nstrapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\nit's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\nf-l-i-n-t, i\ntake these niggaz on the warpath\npoppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\nniggaz got to clown\nso, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\nand straight fuckin' up shit\nand it don't quit\nnow i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\nthis is fo the husler's yo\ncapone with the light skin, tone with the flow\nhere we go, check one, two with this\ndick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\nstraight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\nbitches wanna follow, swallow\ndeez mother fucking nuts!\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\ni'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\ni picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\nand i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\nand big man's think that can hang when i quote\nchoke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\nto, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\nyo ho, ass i might blast\nbut first i want yo cash\nthen yo bitch, no switch\nwhat it is, twitch\nno i don't want yo bitch\ncuz bitches ain't shit\nbut mother fucking ho's and tricks\nroll where the streets meet at\nwhere hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\nready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\nin the c-i-t-y where i slide\ni break a mother fucker when i gots to\nwith my glock too\nmany niggaz ball and make it hot\nto stop, and grab your cock and pop\nand do the wok\nwe cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\nand keep a down bitch in yo corner\nand if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Digga Bigga Ditch\n  artist: DFC\n  album: Things in tha Hood\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\n  this crazy mother fucker that's always been\n  fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\n  and, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\n  see, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  which, won't take too much time\n  so this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\n  i'm, back to the street\n  (with what nigga)\n  with gangster shit and dope beats\n  t double-e's fin to get my cash on\n  so i get my blast on\n  grab my clip and dash home\n  so it's on in the city where i slide\n  forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\n  chillin' with the dfc\n  and i got nineteen niggaz behind me\n  ready to get busy\n  who is he\n  i'm making it plain\n  so you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\n  it's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\n  and always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\n  my nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\n  it's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\n  boom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\n  now here's a little story about a nigga on the run\n  never leaves the pound without packing a gun\n  paranoid, unemployed, but making bank\n  strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\n  it's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\n  f-l-i-n-t, i\n  take these niggaz on the warpath\n  poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\n  niggaz got to clown\n  so, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\n  and straight fuckin' up shit\n  and it don't quit\n  now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\n  this is fo the husler's yo\n  capone with the light skin, tone with the flow\n  here we go, check one, two with this\n  dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\n  straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\n  bitches wanna follow, swallow\n  deez mother fucking nuts!\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  i'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\n  i picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\n  and i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\n  and big man's think that can hang when i quote\n  choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\n  to, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\n  yo ho, ass i might blast\n  but first i want yo cash\n  then yo bitch, no switch\n  what it is, twitch\n  no i don't want yo bitch\n  cuz bitches ain't shit\n  but mother fucking ho's and tricks\n  roll where the streets meet at\n  where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\n  ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\n  in the c-i-t-y where i slide\n  i break a mother fucker when i gots to\n  with my glock too\n  many niggaz ball and make it hot\n  to stop, and grab your cock and pop\n  and do the wok\n  we cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\n  and keep a down bitch in yo corner\n  and if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n"},{"id":28839165,"name":"Digga Bigga Ditch","trackName":"Digga Bigga Ditch","artistName":"DFC","albumName":"Chapter 244. It Don`t Stop","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\nthis crazy mother fucker that's always been\nfuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\nand, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\nsee, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\nwhich, won't take too much time\nso this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\ni'm, back to the street\n(with what nigga)\nwith gangster shit and dope beats\nt double-e's fin to get my cash on\nso i get my blast on\ngrab my clip and dash home\nso it's on in the city where i slide\nforget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\nchillin' with the dfc\nand i got nineteen niggaz behind me\nready to get busy\nwho is he\ni'm making it plain\nso you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\nit's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\nand always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\npeep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\nmy nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\nit's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\nboom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\nnow here's a little story about a nigga on the run\nnever leaves the pound without packing a gun\nparanoid, unemployed, but making bank\nstrapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\nit's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\nf-l-i-n-t, i\ntake these niggaz on the warpath\npoppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\nniggaz got to clown\nso, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\nand straight fuckin' up shit\nand it don't quit\nnow i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\nthis is fo the husler's yo\ncapone with the light skin, tone with the flow\nhere we go, check one, two with this\ndick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\nstraight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\nbitches wanna follow, swallow\ndeez mother fucking nuts!\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\ni'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\ni picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\nand i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\nand big man's think that can hang when i quote\nchoke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\nto, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\nyo ho, ass i might blast\nbut first i want yo cash\nthen yo bitch, no switch\nwhat it is, twitch\nno i don't want yo bitch\ncuz bitches ain't shit\nbut mother fucking ho's and tricks\nroll where the streets meet at\nwhere hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\nready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\nin the c-i-t-y where i slide\ni break a mother fucker when i gots to\nwith my glock too\nmany niggaz ball and make it hot\nto stop, and grab your cock and pop\nand do the wok\nwe cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\nand keep a down bitch in yo corner\nand if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\nnigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Digga Bigga Ditch\n  artist: DFC\n  album: Chapter 244. It Don`t Stop\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint\n  this crazy mother fucker that's always been\n  fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips\n  and, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit\n  see, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  which, won't take too much time\n  so this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime\n  i'm, back to the street\n  (with what nigga)\n  with gangster shit and dope beats\n  t double-e's fin to get my cash on\n  so i get my blast on\n  grab my clip and dash home\n  so it's on in the city where i slide\n  forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high\n  chillin' with the dfc\n  and i got nineteen niggaz behind me\n  ready to get busy\n  who is he\n  i'm making it plain\n  so you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name\n  it's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits\n  and always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n\n  peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin'\n  my nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight\n  it's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound\n  boom, boom, boom, they all fall down\n\n  now here's a little story about a nigga on the run\n  never leaves the pound without packing a gun\n  paranoid, unemployed, but making bank\n  strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank\n\n  it's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y\n  f-l-i-n-t, i\n  take these niggaz on the warpath\n  poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath\n\n  niggaz got to clown\n  so, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down\n  and straight fuckin' up shit\n  and it don't quit\n  now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch!\n  this is fo the husler's yo\n  capone with the light skin, tone with the flow\n  here we go, check one, two with this\n  dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch!\n\n  straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala\n  bitches wanna follow, swallow\n  deez mother fucking nuts!\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n\n  i'm starin' at the corner in my room at night\n  i picks up the pen so i make my shit tight\n  and i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope\n  and big man's think that can hang when i quote\n  choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick\n  to, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit\n  yo ho, ass i might blast\n  but first i want yo cash\n  then yo bitch, no switch\n  what it is, twitch\n  no i don't want yo bitch\n  cuz bitches ain't shit\n  but mother fucking ho's and tricks\n  roll where the streets meet at\n  where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap\n  ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine\n  in the c-i-t-y where i slide\n  i break a mother fucker when i gots to\n  with my glock too\n  many niggaz ball and make it hot\n  to stop, and grab your cock and pop\n  and do the wok\n  we cop thirty six and slang dope on our block\n  and keep a down bitch in yo corner\n  and if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna\n\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch\n  nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)\n"}]