Beat of Life - DJ Tomekk, Ice T, Sandra Nasic

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of the life

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of.

Don’t try call this Pop or Alternative Rock

It’s the beat from the streets 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's not only 'bout the music, it’s 'bout gettin' the dough

Come with the flows, and every night fuckin' new hoes

Yeah, it’s goin' down

International

Big Iceberg, S.M.G

Trigga Da Gambler

DJ Tomekk, number 1 DJ On Earth, bitch

It’s Real, what now feel this

We about to do some gangster rap

It’s slaughter, fuck whoever thought we couldn’t bring it

We bring the ruckus everytime to all your punk motherfuckers

Bring it on, word is bond and it only takes one to slip up

Never front nothing, other than Niggas gettin' ripped up

Known for stick up, it’s S.M.G.

comin'

you Niggas bitchin' so much, you startin' sound like my EX-cummin'

Hold Up, only real Niggas get down

Slaughter Down

Slaughter Down

Slaughter Down

Slaughter Down

Slaughter Down

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of the life

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of.

Everybody put your hands up «come on, come on»

For the beat of life «yeah, it’s on, come on»

I’m comin' from the hardrock «awww»

I wanna see you die «whay for?

yeah, yeah, come on»

Love, just Hip-Hop «come on, come on»

You stay alive for «yeah, yeah, come on»

Just, lovely ass Hip-Hop «come on, come on»

You stay alive

I give a fuck about you rappers, I’ma stonecold shooter

Gangbanger, straight pimp, ho recruiter

When lookin' at me, it’s obvious, my hobby is to come up

Movin' away illegally, takin' blocks strategically

I’ma shoot out beef wetter, racer cuttin' shreader

Drama treater, setter, more rappin' deader

Timble stomper, bomber, smoking live, drama

Gambler’s strapped down to the trigger heavy armour

Down and dirty, say your prayers

It’s the trigga nigga, they come…

Glocks on cop

and on my block to sell rocks we’re big as nation

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?

Ice Berg, ain’t a damn thing changed

And Who are We?

S.M.G.

how we runnin' the streets

And DJ Tomekk

You heard about him bangin' that 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

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, goin' 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’t take a nap for it

Call me iced out, run out and tact for it

Lex chromed out, and stop like it jack for it

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of the life

Here comes switch to my soul

I’m feeling, it’s the beat of.

Everybody put your hands up «come on, come on»

For the beat of life «yeah, it’s on, come on»

I’m comin' from the hardrock «awww»

I wanna see you die «whay for?»

Love, just Hip-Hop «come on, come on»

You stay alive for «yeah, yeah, come on»

Just, lovely ass Hip-Hop «come on, come on»

You stay alive (*Echoes*) «it's on, it’s on»

Everybody put your hands up «come on, come on»

For the beat of life «yeah, it’s on, come on»

I’m comin' from the hardrock «awww»