Ceeingee - Hot Beat lyrics

[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 sh** 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 n***a who we rollin wit Snatchin up pocket books and float And lyrical a**a**ins 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 f**in' neat [Verse 2] Destiny is written, prophecy's shall pa** 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 a** 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-a** b**h 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 a**ociates, 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 f**in' neat [Verse 3] Alright, now Let's play the beat while eat a human part I'm crazy yeah, I just f**ed my ex tart She was a f**in' b**h who broke my heart She's a retard who is a s*ut, f**in' who*e As I smash her face of da door, let her take it hard cause she's a f**in' 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 sh** is just f**ed 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 sh** 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 f** that sh**, let's steal a spearmint cause my breath is f**in' 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 n***a keep back Bury ya a** beneath the graveyard shack Skins, a**, p**y, b**h I'm pullin a switch Waiting for the time to strike What it feel like? For f**in' a Ricket b**h [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 f**in' neat