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Dig It Up
Real Bad Man
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Boldy, Kozz
Blockworks
Gang time
What else?
Let's get it
Uh
Welcome home to all my hitters, did a deuce or better (All the guys)
Still on that ConCreatures shit, reppin' 227 (Yeah)
Keep thirty clips inside my britches for them 211s (Keep the pole)
I heard these niggas out here snitchin'
, Nigga, who you tellin'? (Tellin')
Thought my plan was bulletproof, pull
Up, niggas lookin' spooked (Oh shit)
Whoopin' up in coupes, bend the bend
From her drug abuse (On the drank)
Your bitch be babysittin' chickens, she my Mother Goose
Last week, I caught the bitch stealin'
, Had to cut her loose (Survival)
All of my nephews and my nieces love they Uncle Mook (What's good?)
Get happy when I catch the drank because I love the juice (Yeah)
Down in the stretch and it's too late to make a substitution
Can't put your shooters in rotation, nigga, what's the use? (Huh?)
Cocaina white 'Rari, pullin' up with Duke (Uh)
Last time I seen Hooli, me and Wari drunk a deuce (Bro, bro)
Free Big Koz, my older brother Scoot
Told me, "To get rid of the problem, you
Gotta dig it up from the roots" (Let's get it)
Got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
Niggas was robbin', hittin' licks, runnin' from the woo
If you an opp, it ain't no fuckin' truce
Told me, "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the roots"
Had to find a whole 'nother route
Police gettin' hot on my trail, I had to switch it up and regroup
Remember Hooli and my Uncle Duke
Told me, "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the roots"
Play for keeps, never no friendly way (Never)
I leave niggas like a bitch with a loose wig on on a windy day
You skimpy weight guns on me like I be benchin' plates
We sell mace, get left every day with a empty tray
One quick headshot will drench your face
Pimp Blood, you sniff hoes' underwears, I make them wenches pay
The sawed-offs under the trencher cape
I'm the stick-up kid that stole Christmas
From kids, got the Grinch's trait
Give 'em hell, seashells without the scallops in 'em
Pull out horse dick on stylish women and gallop in 'em
With a thousand pendants around 'em, spinnin'
Poundin' in them baby-faced, curvy shapes, be bustin' out they denims
The one who flossed, used to roam with sharks
Chrome spark, he blast lips and noses off like he Bonaparte
He got foamed, so when it's bone, it's hard
Red Foams call on my headphones, the redbones get boned apart
From the start, livin' was hard, now we grown and sharp
Played the block and caught hearts 'til we owned a mart
Call they bluff like he was shown the cards
Still shinin', black diamonds be the only reason the stones are dark
Got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
Niggas was robbin', hittin' licks, runnin' from the woo
If you an opp, it ain't no fuckin' truce
Told me, "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the roots"
Had to find a whole 'nother route
Police gettin' hot on my trail, I had to switch it up and regroup
Remember Hooli and my Uncle Duke
Told me, "To get rid of the problem
You gotta dig it up from the roots"
You gotta dig it up from the roots
You gotta dig it up from the roots
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