Hook:

Can You Dig it!?!
x4

Verse

In a fight for his life in the dark streets of night
when freaks litter the city with plenty motives to strike/
he needed cash fast and hit the ATM
them came across another who was just as desperate as him/
trapped him in a corner alley and said ya money or ya life
just then a reflection of the steel from his knife/
he couldn't let it go since it wasn't his doe
he was in another death debt with someone he owed/
cellular phone rang which caused a distraction
a couple words off before the robber got to slashin'/
on the ground scrappin' shit happened so quick
blade came between 'em and the robber fell on it/
dude panics threw the body in the trunk
called his connect blood sweat thump his heart pump/
said I Cypress Hilled a man & I need to get rid of it
I need a hole to bury 'em quick & I was wondering...

Hook:

Can You Dig It?
x4

Verse 2

Wheeler the drug dealer coat dope lined interior
who'd cut bacon off your back if you a pig squealer/
who then was layin' low since the go from his P.O.
said if he violent again a small stint of 2 to 4/
rang in his head like a phone un-answered
still has the need for greed to see c-notes get transferred/
thinkin' that
he called a client heard his voice on the other end
said you're being robbed and thought that meant him/
dropped the phone loss of words coughed the erb
loaded the mossburg & kept his eye on the curb/
a half hour passed, an unfamiliar car passed
door slammed headed to his house a man ran fast/
one word wait!
then gun blast his mouth dropped too bad
he already blew off half his ass/
saw he had a missed call peeped the voice mail & planned for a minute
the last words he heard from his man was.....

Hook:

CAN YOU DIG IT!?!
x4