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 $#&@

and always hungry
Clothes on my back be dirty laundry


[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a $#&@in beat
Just give me a $#&@in beat

Those who grip a mic are known as teachers

I'm dusty like a ashtray

I don't give a %#@!
Got a clean $$# 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 ba!@&(t 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 bull%#@!tin'


[Chorus 2x]
Just give me a $#&@in beat
Just give me a $#&@in 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 mother$#&@in' neighborhood, dog?"
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the $#&@ man....."

"Lets go down to the party store I know that (*##$ down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the $#&@in....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother $#&@er?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"

"$#&@ that, I ain't goin to no mother $#&@in, $#&@ that
where the ba!@&(t at?"
"Oh man....."