Dig It Songtext
von Actual Proof

Pressure, please I handle that like Peterson
No fumbles 28 coach leave him in
Feeling like a million bucks
Rush for the end zone
Tryna score 6, that′s patted up
What, feel tough enough to carry my unit for the season
Even up against the league's better rated defenses
8 Up in the box, put points on the scoreboard
Earn it when I tote that rock Break records like vinyl on concrete
I speak and give tremors over 1da′s beats
Shake up, shake up, wake up, wake up
No alarm clock it's me plus E get it in with 3
We, can't be touched, real tough like tackling without pads
Son this game is rough
But the winning side is us
Trust we don′t fuck around
Track it out in Pro Tools I′ll run you down


Move through slums man
A little featherweight but
Won't hesitate this dude is no chump man
Chevy riding low real slow real reckless
Even though I′m no stuntman, damn
Feeling like a hundred grand
Peel off like the wanted man
Feel me I'm the one to catch
Check facts, the bad one out the batch
No match, tight when my team come nigga no slack
Little children fall back
This is grown man biz, little kids know that
In the zone with my flow, E′s got a new rap
This is hangman flow, got em choked up quick
Real slick I'm in the booth on my Ac′ Proof shit
And yeah I can go, me and my man we both spit
And stay on your toes and hit the floor quick
No four fifth but cold spit so there it is