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What The Beat
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This is another piece by me and Crazy J
hiphop rap hip hop instrumental beats east coast dirty south west instrumentals midwest realist ibe wazir
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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
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Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #1,815
Peak in subgenre #280
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Written by Ibe Wazir & Crazy J
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January 07, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:06
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Verse 1: (The Realist) The time I was greeted wit love by the industry All the friends I once had quickly became enemies But I don't give a f*** because I can handle my own You can bring your whole crew and get man handled alone I'm the reason these n*** z shake and shiver Wit my knife, feel the ablation rip ya liver You'll need a scuba team to find ya underneath the river And who's the killer they lookin' for? I'm that n*** I carry a gat, matter of fact I married a strap The Realist Unit's grave diggers come bury this cat And everything that was yours, now is mine Go ahead and get mad at me you can't shine All your money in the bank, that's pocket change If you're within six miles from me, rocket range No stoppin' this n*** when I cock that thang Can't get busted, not even the cops can hang, cause I'm Chorus: It's Ibe Wazir, I thought you knew I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat do It's Crazy J, I thought you knew I am crazy, so f*** what the beat say do (Repeat) Verse 2: (Crazy J) I'm crazier than you think I am I mean God damn, I'll f*** in' shank the man Or the President, it's irrelevant how I squash you like an elephant Now I'm tellin' a tall tale again But I'ma keep on tellin' my story You know I stay +Faded+ just like +Glory+ I'll make your mom and your sister my employees And kill both of them b*** es just like Jason Voorees So what the beat? The beat's about to get creeped upon And killed without me havin' a gun I'm just doin' my damn thang, I'll strangle a man with his own chain Now you know I'm crazy and deranged (Chorus) Verse 3: (The Realist) I'm lookin' for the mushroomz, the weed, and the coke I'm lookin' for some n*** z that'll spit me an anedote I'm lookin' for a dagger that can cut through a canteloupe Everytime I spit it, I'm not askin' ya ain't it dope? Because it's chronic, flow's ironic I'd rather be committin' murders than flippin' burgers at Sonic And don't get it twisted cause I roll wit a white boy He just like me, a big kid that likes toys So yea though I walk through the valleys of the shadows of death I will never fear no evil For thou art wit me, n*** z come and get me But please don't forget that I brought my crew wit me Dee and Lil' Biggie, Michael Butner and Crazy Jamahal Jackson, Jon Grimes, The Realist and Dreski No we no liars, MC's retire We droppin' that hot sh** , n*** we on fire (Chorus)
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