Gimmie A Beat

"Dirrrrrrrrty!"    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 being the street  I'm putting one little two little three little  Holes in the back of your 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]  Just give me a fuckin beat  Just give me a fuckin beat  Those who grip a mic are known as teachers  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 you’re 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]  Just give me a fuckin beat  Just give me a fuckin beat  Those who grip a mic are known as teachers  Just give me a fuckin beat  Just give me a fuckin beat  Those who grip a mic are known as teachers