Krumb Snatcha - Rock the Beat (Remix) lyrics

( *DJ Supreme One cuts up* ) (Rock the Beat) --] L.L. Cool J [ VERSE 1: Krumb Snatcha ] Your ghostwriter can't write, read from material Black King Lear, Shakespeare, sk** imperial Lose when I spread throughout crews, venereal V.D. leakin out your CD and stereo Cell block rap, chew out your backpacks Nickel to the dime, host a battle, bring it online co*kin on a nine and blow out your whole mind Be the same effect you get when you step to Snatcha rhymes Every verse a scripture, spirits'll hit ya Start shakin like I'm earthquakin on the Richter Plus-sized beats completes the whole mixture Imagine that like a Kodak, the perfect picture Tourin nights, floorin mics, reachin for a satellite Vigils and candle lights, in the words of Frank White I'm fightin you and your bitin crew to pen your dopest rhymes We get up in that a** everytime [ Krumb Snatcha ] This is raw gangsta It's that hip-hop sh** thugs can bang ta In the streets where heat is no stranger And my peeps behind, they might shank ya No piece of mind when cops chase us Livin life stressed in cell spaces (say what) It's the nine or the shotie that makes a new patient Riders, g**ners, OG's and chain-takers [ VERSE 3: Jaysaun ] You loud-mouth n***as lock your traps We'll co*k these raps and put some AC units in your stocking caps We understand you're mad cause you're stuck in your place You out of shape and overweight, n***a, s** in your waist Without Snoop Dogg 'murder's the case' We carryin a portable volcano, soon erupt in your face Jaysaun, Edo.G and Krumb Snatcha at it As you french-kiss a full-metal jacket, f*ggot This is East Coast gangsta music, somethin to k** to Pop pills to, the purple haze fills you Creators appear courtesy of Hennessy and me OG's before BET's Marie was Free So when you see us three on 2-3's In a '04 M3, in the back playin PS3 'Wear your gla**es' like DMC Before your brain matter scattered on your GMC [ Jaysaun ] This is extra gangsta It's that gun-bust sh** filled with anger Startin beef in streets, we not strangers If you don't close your mouth we might blaze ya It's a five to nine that I'm facin Livin life with mad aggravation (say what) It's mind tellin body about to lose patience And leave you brainless courtesy of the stainless [ VERSE 3: Edo.G ] Yo, stop talkin bullsh** like pastors in religion No vision, I live and die by my decision Confess to k**in MC's by my own admission Ghetto n***as pay a high price for a low cost of livin Thug rappers been to jail, ain't never been to prison If it's money or gettin bloody, then my hand and my trigger finger itchin I'mma spit to this sh** You can't improvise with actin hard, stick to the script Edo.G bang with the best, even corny-a** crews With the same chain and piece that hang from they chest I know most n***as on a first name basis A tropical oasis, runnin from old cases Y'all can't put all the names with the faces Depends on the game if the king's higher than the aces Takin shots, no chasers You're past your prime, bow out gracious Before you have to face it [ Edo.G ] This is far from gangsta It's that hip-hop sh** filled with anger It's the streets, to beef it's no stranger It's these beats and rhymes that might change ya It's the peace of mind that I'm chasin Livin life with less aggravation It's mind tellin body about to lose patience Writers, DJ's, MC's, and breakers (Rock the Beat)