Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!
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My gat sounds nice
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One
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Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned
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You better run
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I'm comin' at ya
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Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya
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Man I'm crazy
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Puffin' on a green leaf
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Pointin' my heat
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Straight get off on bein' the street
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I'm puttin'
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One little
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Two little
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Three little holes in the back of ya dome
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You shoulda stayed home
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D-Town born and raised
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Drinkin' on a porch
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Beatin' down on strays
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Broke as fuck
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and always hungry
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Clothes on my back be dirty laundry
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(Chorus 2x)
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Just give me a fuckin beat
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Just give me a fuckin beat
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Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
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I'm dusty like a ashtray
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I don't give a shit
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Got a clean ass piece though
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With a full clip
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and a small axe underneath the passenger seat
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Ready to swing it
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Best believe I'mma bring it
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Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
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I'm a warrior
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Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side
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When its all about to go down
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Fightin' with the enemy
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Puttin' them in the ground
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I bring that old school basement sound
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When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
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Little redskin homey in the hood
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Big pimpin'
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Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'
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(Chorus 2x)
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Just give me a fuckin beat
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Just give me a fuckin beat
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Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
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"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."
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"Hey man"
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"What?"
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"Is it always like this in your motherfuckin' neighborhood, dog?"
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"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
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"What the fuck man....."
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"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
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"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"
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"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
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"Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that where the basement at?"
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"Oh man....."
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Gimme Ah Beat
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Anybody Killa |