Abk - 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, 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....."