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
(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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