Abk (anybody k**a) - Gimmie Ah Beat lyrics

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 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 sh** Got a clean a** piece though With a full clip and a small axe underneath the pa**enger 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 bullsh**tin' [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 motherf**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**h 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....."