Lyrics Beat of Life - Remastered - DJ Tomekk feat. Cecile , Trigger tha Gambler , Sandra Nasic

Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling,
It's the beat of the life
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling it's the beat.
No Drag Call this Pop or alternative Rock
It's the beat from the street
And it's called Hip-Hop
It'll be dimensional move shakes
Yo fight in the club
It'll be dimensions: smoke and get drunk
The shit that you love
Guns in the club
- The dresscode for niggas that know
Hip-Hop that's only black in music
It's 'bout getting the dough
Come with the flows,
Every night fucking new hoes
It's slaughter fuck whoever
Fought we couldn't bring it
We bring the ruckus everytime
To all your punk motherfuckers
Bring it on, word, afford it
And only takes one to slip
Never front, none better than getting niggas ripped up
Known for stick up,
It's S.M.G. coming
You niggas bitching so much,
You startn' sound like my EX- humming.
Hold Up only real niggas get down
Slaughter Down Slaughter Down
Slaughter Down Slaughter Down
Slaughter Down
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat of the life
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat
Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm coming from the hardrock
Wanna see you die for
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive for
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive
I give a fuck about you rappers
I'm a stonecold shooter, gangbanger, straight pimp, hoe recruiter
When looking at me, it's obvious,
My hobby is to come up
Moving away legaly,
Taking blocks strategicly
I'm a shootout beef wetter,
Racer cutting shreader,
Drama treater setter
More rappin deader
Timble stomper, bomber,
Smoking live drama, get one strapped
Down to the trigga heavy armour
Down and dirty, say your prayers
It's the trigga, niggah
Glocks on cop
And on my block
To sell rocks for biggah niggah
So move aside
To load dumbbuck you dumbfuck
Can't get with this fly shit
Then get it get your brains stuck
Who reigns supreme?
Trigga
That's my name
And Who's the slickest?
Iceberg ain't a damn thing changed
And Who are We?
S.M.G. how we running the streets
And Dj Tomekk
You heard'bout him banging the heat
S.M.G. Baby
Sex money and guns
S.M.G. Baby
Sex money and guns
S.M.G. Baby
Sex money and guns
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat of the life
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat
Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm coming from the hardrock
Wanna see you die for
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive for
Love, just hip-hop
Niggas talk shit
With no guns they act for it
We ever get broke
With no funds we blast for it
Bitches out of pocket
Going straight get smacked for it
Ride up in the club
While my niggas give me gat for it
Mack with the Mack
Black gat when we clap for it
Beef when we creep
Your all crew can take a nap for it
Call me iced out
Run out your tech for it
Lex chromed out
Stop like a jack for it
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat of the life
Here comes bitch to my soul,
Im feeling, it's the beat
Everybody put your hands up
For the beat of life
I'm coming from the hardrock
Wanna see you die for
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive for
Love, just hip-hop
You stay alive