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
[Chorus 2x] 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'
[Chorus 2x] Just give me a fuckin beat Just give me a fuckin beat Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you." "Hey man" "What?" "Is it always like this in your motherfuckin' neighborhood, dog?" "What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog." "What the fuck man....." "Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog." "Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!" "Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!" "Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that where the basement at?" "Oh man....."
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