[Verse 1]
I've got a hot beat, it's neat cause it's just fresh from da street
It's about time, I came up
Bustin them ratchets, before this rap shit
Said your my heart I admit
Both bump the B side up
Leave you just feelin like a hollow pit
Yea, it's how we do it
You always got a place to sit
Now inhale and exhale, I'm heavy when I spit
See life is a gamble, find the ball under the shell
Ya know, just a piece in my hip-hop black book
On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending
So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending
Loco por vida is my life, so let me live it
I give a gotdamn nigga who we rollin wit
Snatchin up pocket books and float
And lyrical assassins that'll slash ya throat
When it rains the flowers drip candy
Be my sugar, be my sugar daddy
Take a note, take a vote
It's like, Wonderbread so fresh
Its mackin' funky fresh in the flesh
Had me feeling pail and dry
And ain't no use in askin' me why
Nevertheless, ladies' obsessed, now I confess that I'm fresh
[Hook]
I got a hot beat, fresh from da street
I get down to tha hot beat so I can be neat
I said, I got a hot beat, fresh from da street so I'mma get down to tha hot beat so I can be fuckin' neat
[Verse 2]
Destiny is written, prophecy's shall pass
I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas
You got a issue wit' me?
Protect your yourself, well or they're gonna be
I'm going to get up in that ass
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't, right
Growing up in the hood holding my pillows tight
The funny old man and his wife stay on the mountain
Takes the keys while he went golfing, drove but not often
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night
You might.. lick balls tonight
You're not home, late at night
Accomplish, prophecies of Muhammed
Make you vomit, word to Muhammad
It was corny, but them broads looked good back then
And all your hoods resources and all your hoods men
Shrimp and lobster on my dock like a mobster
Don't be makin' no mistakes
Shake it up 'till it breaks
Music speaks louder than words
Up off of my gas to smash brakes
Dressin up to get tha cash, ya heard me
Close associates, that I love to see
Take the stand you lying, it's ok
Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Ear piece icy they straight like me
[Hook]
I got a hot beat, fresh from da street
I get down to tha hot beat so I can be neat
I said, I got a hot beat, fresh from da street so I'mma get down to tha hot beat so I can be fuckin' neat
[Verse 3]
Alright, now
Let's play the beat while eat a human part
I'm crazy yeah, I just fucked my ex tart
She was a fuckin' bitch who broke my heart
She's a retard who is a slut, fuckin' whore
As I smash her face of da door, let her take it hard cause she's a fuckin' retard
Made fun of my beats I use, even the ones I produce
NC Origan produces some too, but he was lucky
He didn't get made fun of, he is my best homie of course
Shit is just fucked up sometimes but my best homie will be there for me
NC Origan ain't givin' up on his best friend, not even in the end
I would go to shops wit him, listen to some rap shit
Listen to it and vibe, almost got knocked down when I was bit too off the side, of the pavement
I almost went out the store without giving payment
Fuck that shit, let's steal a spearmint cause my breath is fuckin' disgusting like it's deadly and not even a godsent
You're my first my last my everything
Black Knights, deliver act rights, we fear nothing
How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow
And to the man I put up with mad sorrow
My flow's ban
Keep it up young man
You got stash, yo nigga keep back
Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
Skins, ass, pussy, bitch
I'm pullin a switch
Waiting for the time to strike
What it feel like?
For fuckin' a Ricket bitch
[Hook]
I got a hot beat, fresh from da street
I get down to tha hot beat so I can be neat
I said, I got a hot beat, fresh from da street so I'mma get down to tha hot beat so I can be fuckin' neat
