Rethink
Diggin six feet deep
Diggin diggin
I can't get no sleep
Bitchin bitchin
Cuz they don't hear my scream
Wishing wishing that they could feel my heat
This is my street
Ain't nobody handlin shit cuz I'm going off beat
Ain't nobody gonna stop me
If all they packin is a gun they betta turn around and
Rethink mothafucka you need a real drink
Mothafucka you need be free
Be free
Ya can't separate the beef when it's full a fat
Ya can't learn ya can't teach what's up with that
You couldnt even move a half o through the six
Couldnt even dig a six foot ditch
What would happen to ya if ya fell apart from yaself
Tell me brother from anotha would ya look at ya health
Diggin six feet deep
Diggin diggin
I can't get no sleep
Bitchin bitchin
Cuz they don't hear my scream
Wishing wishing
That they could feel my heat
Itchin for anotha rhyme or rhythm
A cataclysm cuz you was right there with em
They was brothas and sistas and they hit em
With they WMDs
I be whippin through dimensions every second oh yes please
Swiss cheese in my pocket
Non dairy bank account in my jeans called my wallet
Talkin loud that's what I be try to stop it
The only thing I really need is cash that's a topic
Diggin diggin
I can't get no sleep
Bitchin bitchin
Cuz they don't hear my scream
Wishing wishing that they could feel my heat
This is my street
Ain't nobody handlin shit cuz I'm going off beat
Ain't nobody gonna stop me
If all they packin is a gun they betta turn around and
Rethink mothafucka you need a real drink
Mothafucka you need be free
Be free
Ya can't separate the beef when it's full a fat
Ya can't learn ya can't teach what's up with that
You couldnt even move a half o through the six
Couldnt even dig a six foot ditch
What would happen to ya if ya fell apart from yaself
Tell me brother from anotha would ya look at ya health
Diggin six feet deep
Diggin diggin
I can't get no sleep
Bitchin bitchin
Cuz they don't hear my scream
Wishing wishing
That they could feel my heat
Itchin for anotha rhyme or rhythm
A cataclysm cuz you was right there with em
They was brothas and sistas and they hit em
With they WMDs
I be whippin through dimensions every second oh yes please
Swiss cheese in my pocket
Non dairy bank account in my jeans called my wallet
Talkin loud that's what I be try to stop it
The only thing I really need is cash that's a topic
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