real bad man - dig it up lyrics
[intro: boldy james]
boldy cold
blockworks
game time
what else?
let’s get it, uh
[verse 1: boldy james]
welcome home to all my hitters did a deuce or better
still on that concreature sh+t, reppin’ two+two+seven
keep thirty+clips inside my britches for them two+elevens
i heard these n+ggas out here snitchin’, n+gga, who you tellin’?
thought my plan was bulletproof, pull up, n+ggas lookin’ spooked
whoopin’ up in coupes, benefittin’ from her drug abuse
your b+tch be babysittin’ chicken, she my mother goose
last week i caught the b+tch stealin’, had to cut her loose
all of my neffies and my nieces love they uncle [?]
get happy when i catch the drink because i love the juice
down in the stretch, when it’s too late to make a substitution
can’t put your shooters in rotation, n+gga, what’s the use?
cocaina+white ‘rari pullin’ up with duke
last time i seen [?], me and [?] drunk a deuce
free [?], my older brother [?] told me
“to get rid of the problem, you gotta dig it up from the root”
[chorus: boldy james & kool g rap]
got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
n+ggas was robbin’, hittin’ l!cks, runnin’ from the woop
if you a opp, it ain’t no f+ckin’ truce, told me
“to get rid of the problem, you gotta dig it up from the root”
had to find a whole ‘nother route
police gettin’ hot on my trail, i had to switch it up and regroup
remember [?] and my uncle duke told me
“to get rid of the problem, you gotta dig it up from the root”
[verse 2: kool g rap]
play for keeps, never no friendly way
i’ll leave n+ggas like a b+tch with a loose wig on on a windy day
you skimpy weight, guns on me like i be benchin’ plates
you cellmates get left every day with a empty tray
one quick headshot will drench your face
pen blood, you sniff hoes’ underwears, i make them wenches pay
the sawed+off under the trench, okay?
i’m the stickup kid that stole christmas from kids
got the grinch’s tree (gimme that)
givin’ males seash+lls without the scallops in ’em
pull out horse d+ck on stylish women, then gallop in ’em
with a thousand [?] surround ’em, spinnin’
[?], curvy chicks be bustin’ out they denims
[?], used to roam with sharks
chrome spark, he blast lips and noses off like he bonaparte
he got flown, so when his b+n+r’s hard
red phones callin’ my headphones, the redbones get boned apart
from the start, livin’ was hard, now we grown and sharp
played the block in carrharts ’til we owned ’em all
callin’ bluff like he was shown the cards
still shinin’, black diamonds be the only reason the stones are dark
[chorus: boldy james & kool g rap]
got it out the gravel pit, snub in my boot
n+ggas was robbin’, hittin’ l!cks, runnin’ from the woop
if you a opp, it ain’t no f+ckin’ truce, told me
“to get rid of the problem, you gotta dig it up from the root”
had to find a whole ‘nother route
police gettin’ hot on my trail, i had to switch it up and regroup
remember [?] and my uncle duke told me
“to get rid of the problem, you gotta dig it up from the root”
you gotta dig it up from the root
you gotta dig it up from the root
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