gimmie ah beat

diiiiirrrrrrrty!

my gat sounds nice

one

leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned

you better run

i'm comin' at ya

duck

bob

and weave as these bullets fly past ya

man i'm crazy

puffin' on a green leaf

pointin' my heat

straight get off on bein' the street

i'm puttin'

one little

two little

three little holes in the back of ya dome

you shoulda stayed home

d-town born and raised

drinkin' on a porch

beatin' down on strays

broke as fuck

and always hungry

clothes on my back be dirty laundry

just give me a fuckin beat

just give me a fuckin beat

those who grip a mic are known as teachers

i'm dusty like a ashtray

i don't give a shit

got a clean ass piece though

with a full clip

and a small axe underneath the passenger seat

ready to swing it

best believe i'mma bring it

who you think ya messin' with

don't trip

i'm a warrior

scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side

when its all about to go down

fightin' with the enemy

puttin' them in the ground

i bring that old school basement sound

when all i had was a forty-five weighin' me down

little redskin homey in the hood

big pimpin'

ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'

just give me a fuckin beat

just give me a fuckin beat

those who grip a mic are known as teachers

yeah man