A.B.K. International Gimmie Ah Beat Lyrics

Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!

My gat sounds nice
One
Leave your whole d___ 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 f___
and always hungry
Clothes on my back be dirty laundry

(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a f___in beat
Just give me a f___in beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers

I'm dusty like a ashtray
I don't give a s___
Got a clean a__ 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 f___in beat
Just give me a f___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 m_________in' neighborhood, dog?"
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the f___ man....."
"Lets go down to the party store I know that b____ down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the f___in....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother f___er?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"f___ that, I ain't goin to no mother f___in, f___ that where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."