Freestyle Ghetto

[Intro: Xzibit] Ay, what the fuck man? (*laughter*) See, look, look, uhh [Verse One: Xzibit] I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas without no problems Broadcastin live from the bottom Ain't no mic checkin worse, kick some rhymes if you got them But if it's whack, I draw back the cap for the peelin Shoulda stuck to rock dealin Cause it's the blood stealin, super villain Chillin, stayin high like the ceilin See there ain't enough room for the both of us See it's a showdown, throw down, your best style I'll bust (yo) I write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs In all disrespect I'll snatch you by your neck and do a suplex and step So nigga you can check my credentials Just hard rhymes and instrumentals Xzibit smash you wit a dental and a loaded pistol No longer lookin in the window I'll bust a field wit indo Killin quarts of beer, Sadie's outta here... [Verse Two: MC Breeze] Like a fuse, start spreadin the news It's ninety-four and Breeze is givin niggas the blues I paid my dues, and now it's time to go on to the next mode Make room for the kaboom, cause I'm about to explode And drop bombs like a B1, cops I seize none And niggas step up, I soak emcees son Three seconds to detonate, you betta evacuate No time to hesitate, you fuckin featherweight I ain't the type to pick up the mic and catch the stage fright I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid right To the promoters on tour Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours! I'm psychopathic like Manson, ain't wit the dancin But still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson More dough than Marino or roles than Pacino You beatin me? Yhat's only in your dreams ho I'm not sayin I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin I'm untouchable Livin comfortable just like a Huxtable Plus I'm rollin with the crossroads Move in fast foward, while you other suckers stuck in a pause mode I goes deep like a great white, but I'mma stay black No matter how high the pay stacks, or if my rep gets bigger You might get take this nigga out the ghetto, but not the ghetto out this nigga [Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash] For the balls, basketballs, microphones gas and grass (hey) Some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass 93 mandingo, 94 I'm the pharaoh Cause I'm b-b-bad to the bone marrow I get wild, with more styles than the martial arts I need weed, I roll more grass than golf carts April ninety-two you know the Ro was a looter Now I'm writin raps on my laptop computer J-Ro the tittie fiend, rap dean, wearin green Been on the scene, since the age of thirteen I learned I had to earn the mic, now's my turn I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne With the bitches tunin me in like it's the Young and the Restless Next up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's Yes it's the freshest with lyrics rough around the edges I'll smoke you on the mic like a pack of Benson Hedges But.. hold up wait, I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate That'll "Wake yo' punk ass up" like MC Eiht Cause I been rockin rhymes since the roof was on fire So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterfly'er I'll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyrica at'cha So.. slow down before ya fuck wit my sound You better do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around [Verse Four: King Tee] Now me watch get Doggy like Snoop, funky from my group Make them wanna shoot, there it is whoop Fool, I got props, bustin at the cops Gettin what I got, blowin up the spots Checkin out the scene, somethin like a dream How I become a king, stuffin all the green Coolest of the cool, a God damn fool Breakin up the rule, I'm from the old school So hey, busters speak, no wait busters preach Signed by the each, trickin for the treat Known to be the boss, tipsy off the sauce Drunk off the funk cause Tha Alkaholiks floss The real situation, so peep what you facin The Zulu Nation on your Nubian station Ready for the war, walk without a girl I'm livin cherry mood with the diamonds and pearls... You know what I'm sayin Some of that old black shit, you know what I'm sayin Comin from the West coast side, you know what I'm sayin That crazy shit Back off with that all other bullshit, what's up Jermaine My man Breeze is in the motherfuckin house tonight you know what I'm sayin My man Xzibit, yeah, Tha Alkaholik straight pumpin shit straight at you From the signifyin Crew you know what I'm sayin Day-alight, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all? comin down tonight, broad way Jamboree, this shit is straight pumpin, word up Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me Let me do a motherfuckin back up