Abk Gimmie Ah Beat Lyrics

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 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....."