Текст песни Edo.G (Ed O.G.) f Jaysaun, Krumb Snatcha - Rock the Beat (Remix)
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( *DJ Supreme One cuts up* )(Rock the Beat) --> L.L. Cool J[ VERSE 1: Krumb Snatcha ]Your ghostwriter can`t write, read from materialBlack King Lear, Shakespeare, skill imperialLose when I spread throughout crews, venerealV.D. leakin out your CD and stereoCell block rap, chew out your backpacksNickel to the dime, host a battle, bring it onlineCockin on a nine and blow out your whole mindBe the same effect you get when you step to Snatcha rhymesEvery verse a scripture, spirits`ll hit yaStart shakin like I`m earthquakin on the RichterPlus-sized beats completes the whole mixtureImagine that like a Kodak, the perfect pictureTourin nights, floorin mics, reachin for a satelliteVigils and candle lights, in the words of Frank WhiteI`m fightin you and your bitin crew to pen your dopest rhymesWe get up in that ass everytime[ Krumb Snatcha ]This is raw gangstaIt`s that hip-hop shit thugs can bang taIn the streets where heat is no strangerAnd my peeps behind, they might shank yaNo piece of mind when cops chase usLivin life stressed in cell spaces (say what)It`s the nine or the shotie that makes a new patientRiders, gangbangers, OG`s and chain-takers[ VERSE 3: Jaysaun ]You loud-mouth niggas lock your trapsWe`ll cock these raps and put some AC units in your stocking capsWe understand you`re mad cause you`re stuck in your placeYou out of shape and overweight, nigga, suck in your waistWithout Snoop Dogg `murder`s the case`We carryin a portable volcano, soon erupt in your faceJaysaun, Edo.G and Krumb Snatcha at itAs you french-kiss a full-metal jacket, faggotThis is East Coast gangsta music, somethin to kill toPop pills to, the purple haze fills youCreators appear courtesy of Hennessy and meOG`s before BET`s Marie was FreeSo when you see us three on 2-3`sIn a `04 M3, in the back playin PS3`Wear your glasses` like DMCBefore your brain matter scattered on your GMC[ Jaysaun ]This is extra gangstaIt`s that gun-bust shit filled with angerStartin beef in streets, we not strangersIf you don`t close your mouth we might blaze yaIt`s a five to nine that I`m facinLivin life with mad aggravation (say what)It`s mind tellin body about to lose patienceAnd leave you brainless courtesy of the stainless[ VERSE 3: Edo.G ]Yo, stop talkin bullshit like pastors in religionNo vision, I live and die by my decisionConfess to killin MC`s by my own admissionGhetto niggas pay a high price for a low cost of livinThug rappers been to jail, ain`t never been to prisonIf it`s money or gettin bloody, then my hand and my trigger finger itchinI`ma spit to this shitYou can`t improvise with actin hard, stick to the scriptEdo.G bang with the best, even corny-ass crewsWith the same chain and piece that hang from they chestI know most niggas on a first name basisA tropical oasis, runnin from old casesY`all can`t put all the names with the facesDepends on the game if the king`s higher than the acesTakin shots, no chasersYou`re past your prime, bow out graciousBefore you have to face it[ Edo.G ]This is far from gangstaIt`s that hip-hop shit filled with angerIt`s the streets, to beef it`s no strangerIt`s these beats and rhymes that might change yaIt`s the peace of mind that I`m chasinLivin life with less aggravationIt`s mind tellin body about to lose patienceWriters, DJ`s, MC`s, and breakers(Rock the Beat)