“Dirrrrrrrrty!” 
 
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 being the street 
I’m putting one little two little three little 
Holes in the back of your 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] 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers 
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 you’re 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] 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Just give me a fuckin beat 
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers