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      (Chorus 2x)   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'      (Chorus 2x)   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....."