2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Verse 1: Stat Quo] I boss how I live Fuck 'em hoe God meant me To push Bentleys The Stat Quo Still slammin' 'lac doors This squad 'ill blow your brain out Half-crazy Bustin' out the window Aight cut it, cook it, bag it Distribute it through the city Home get that cabbage Take it, flip it Turn illegal to legal Launder, stay grindin' Keepin' ya business on the under Humble moves come up Cops run up But most of them corrupt So what? They want they cut So pay 'em All those who oppose the squad Spray 'em Got goons with MACs Who kill for scratch Okay I'm One quick trip 'ill And get you filled with gas Broad day and niggas 'ill kill you Without the mask I'm getting bank Like I'm shooting it from off the glass Signed with Shady-Aftermath Cause I'm after cash Biatch [Verse 2: Swift] The way it go Just heard my dog Stat Quo flow Ha, ya heard what he had to say Use the words Swifty McVay I'm ill enough to shoot a nigga through his pager And if I missed The shit's going exactly through his neighbor My behavior's Fatal enough to faint niggas Old age and cradle I shoot from unexpected angles I changed ya facials I could have you niggas hugging an angel Literally Niggas be crazy I'm misery, breaking both of ya ankles I diminish mentally I turn you into a mimic of Kennedy I don't go to sleep 'till I murder motherfuckers in trilogies I recruit enemies Friends ain't shit They take yo ends and split Willingly What kind of shit got a nigga faking the funk Dressed like George Clinton But you hoes ain't making a buck You out and about With yo face frostbit With a hustlin' mouth But you really full of brussels sprouts Husband or spouse Your generation's running out Because my gun's in ya mouth Penetration coming (cumming) fast We won, you lost You got a witness program Move out cold then John Walsh Wild And this the way we do Emzy, Imma pass it to you So what ya wanna do? [Pre-Verse: Eminem] What I wanna do? What I wanna do? Let me see right here, yo [Verse 3: Eminem] Not many people that I label would be able To display table manners, but our plan is To make this beat rock like scanners and make the fans just Go bananas, yo, get our planners That means our nuts for the sluts who don't under- Stand this, yo, my plan is, yeah right And y'all gon' stand there and act like you don't understand it Like my name is Janet, my titty fell out and I ain't plan it Yo, check this—check this out And if you rocking with ya necklace out, that's my breakfast now I'mma snatch it, yo, my style is wretched You can't fetch it, no you can't stretch it And yo, it doesn't really matter Cause ya name I can't even pronunciate, you the— Same type of mo'fucker to go and sucker Punch Dre at the Vibe Awards, but he right behind the boards The next day, so kiss an ass Or kiss a dick, lick a dick, eat my ass Whatever you won' do it's on you Big Proof coming through with the mo— [Verse 4: Proof] Y'all niggas sing Y'all done came to the Nina Ross war Ya homie's a killa But my killas they cost more It's all inherited I was boss born Put eighteen in ya flesh And make ya chest a golf course Niggas know that we ain't even You know why (gasps) I'm still breathin' Yeah I got that real heathen With them steel beams on 'em Through ya dreams on 'em Like I'm still a fiend Noted for mics It's only right You see my real team, brody I do it live I was sippin' on some cream soda Heave phony Fuck this back and forth This ain't a tennis meet I spray you industry gangstas Cause they ain't in the streets It's cool to beef But why? 'Till you truce with or you trust me I told you Puffy And you can lose Big (B.I.G.) I'm Proof Who you could do big things with us Spit dope They call me Rick James bitch Clip-clack Bang-hit Bang-drip Drip fang of blood Drip, drip, drank when sirens cop came Body bag thick Body bag, zip-zip That's it Fuck you bitch [Verse 5: Stat Quo] Down a dark street It's the dirty Stat Quo Lord have mercy Breathe, hello I'm 'bout my cheese The steez, mellow Cash in the bank On my grind in the paint Oh, look how I do live with my boy Westwood Up to no good Smoking that good shit See how I ball Handle, handle my business Eminem, Swift, P, Stat Quo that's it Back on the track Green Lantern done switched the beat I'm guaranteed to my thang and drop the heat My man Zeke is in the corner with him Boss Hog, A-town, yes I be them Do what I do freestyle, top of the dome Don't fuck with my click Leave Doc Dre alone If I see you out the wars Imma stab yo' ass Whoop yo' ass Ya fuck with me I make ya handicap And I pass the mic to my man Swifty McVay he don't play [Verse 6: Swift] I'm Swifty McVay Ya bastard out the blue I'm hazard I even haunt spirits that's after you I'm cancerous with no answer Pharmaceutic, I turn you allergic to being human It ain't new It's what I do when I'm feudin' A sick nuisance I have ya had Until motherfuckers lookin' like Rick Rubin What do you do to fools that think that they can take laughs? Their face get sliced And that's what's up I inherit the power of all the rappers I gotta be like Kruger All them niggas bodies are coming out of me I usually pack a Ruger Now I see that I can be successful By bruisin' yo chest Without a thing A professional I'm a king that slaughtered kings Exceptional, genetically raised by wolverines nigga I give a fuck on what niggas seen I'll send a fiend to pitifully raise you And then convene bitch That's what we do Our crew D12 Rapping nigga In take the Nina off the shelf And I'm hazard for ya health Like I said before The type to walk the streets And the five-o ignore Me when they see me Dog, I'll burn you like VD And that's the way we be Fuck you! [Interlude: Tim Westwood] Easy, easy I'm trying to hold a job down here Yeah, yeah I apologize if anyone's offended You know tune out go to something else Come back later It's going down It's real hip-hop There's gonna be some swear words Be prepared Change the station if you ain't built [Verse 7: Eminem] Aftermath in the house now Get yo' fricking mouth stabbed out Y'all get so mad Get so livid Looking for dap from anyone who would give it Now how you gon' value Someone else's opinion Cause you selfish I'm rap's Elvis Everybody try to grab the helm-ets and they hardhats Run and duck for cover Yo, fuck ya mother What the fuck are ya? Yo, I'm sprayin' While I'm playin' I ain't playin' I'm sprayin' at your feet Like hey Imma cock the hand Imma pull my cock out Outta my pajamas And cock back the cock Like it's chicken Yo, check it out The clock is ticking It's countdown to Armageddon And there's nothing you can do to stop it Put your arm or head in Or put a pen in it But once the grenade pin is pulled It's nothing you could do But end up in the hospital Yeah, yeah Hospital, pital, 'spitals End up in the 'spital And y'all can eat my tender vittles I don't really give a fudge Fudge, fudge-packers Is what y'all are And y'all get smacked up At the awards show However you want it to go We can make it go either way Biatch That's itch-bay backwards F around and smack turds They told us not to use no cuss words So we gon' not use cuss words And say busters instead Have you all bleeding red Damn, right out of yo' head That's what I said And my name ain't Fred My name ain't special ed And it ain't my birthday But Proof can get on the mic in the worst way And I don't even have to curse to say [Verse 8: Proof] Proof's a wolf Grab ya pooper-scooper Follow me I fight to the death Like Apollo Creed I only hang with bitches that swallow seeds Air Force Ones not Wallabees Hollow tease I be, rushin' colonies I'm known by all blacks in hoods Like collard greens Last of a dyin' breed Old school like Model Ts When I ride on my rivalries Like 2Pac writ Put you in the I.C.U With no eye sockets More than five shots spit So you can die hot bitch It's only one topic I need profit Fuck the gossip Harry the hype-writer The night lighter The only thing higher than Proof Nigga is my lighter I'm watchin' you fly niggas crash Like Al-Qaeda Crime fighter Guess I rhyme by the mind tighter Than the World Trade Bit the jaws Like Jay Dee I put my fucking dick to broads Broads, dog that's down on all fours Of course I'm down to get yours How come my niggas stop cold When they heard capsule? The rap flow is good And they say that we fatsos They gotta be this way And we catch 'em with lassos And how they feel about that? Cause we breaking they cash flow My niggas tell me right there I ain't got no time So know why fool Dropped outta high school Cause Slim said so Now I'm back in this bitch And I'm 'bout to ride this bitch And this motherfucker rockin' For Tim, asshole I gotta do this shit right Now Swift is on my left So it's the way it is Cause Shady in here I'm 'bout to tell you niggas right now Green is on the turntable Why not do this shit daily, all year [Verse 9: Stat Quo] Hey doll, cheer It's a grown man record You don't want the pressure This a grown man lecture Sittin' on the dresser Be a grown man bitch to her Underneath my seat's a grown weather here Peepin' my packer He got grown man cheddar Wheels, ransom notes, and checks Are all grown letters Hey doll, chill Sit back relax, as I handle by biz Green Lantern on the scratch Attack the track wrong Stat Quo doing his thing The European awards was yesterday Em won Took the award home D12, ya know what I mean Shawty, be grown Handle my business home Doing my thing Home alone But not Macaulay Culkin Stat Quo be the champion Icon winner Eat niggas like dinner Me and Westwood, handlin' our beeswax Green Lantern on the track Doc Dre did it long time ago Like this and like that And uh I'm motherfucking beast Man uh Pass it to Swifty Mc-V And ain't no flick To hear what my be sayin' [Verse 10: Swift] One-two, three to the four Swifty with the four-four Process of elimination is always complete When I hit the streets I wanna see who the biggest G Hennessy don't do nothing but give you lumps When you speakin' on us Disrespect you be eatin' a bottle drunk Turning you niggas all to monks Red dots amongst ya foreheads You get punctured once Slump cowards with Ninas bitch I mean it, how ya leanin' Like the Tower of Pisa Faces lookin' like pizzas An animal instinct I eat ya with cannibalistic procedures Adam's apple some womens' fetuses Me is just like special nature I messed up, slurring my words off the liquor And yes I hate to See ya wack emcees Step inside my face And ya know my fo-fo (four-four) will clear the place Ya runnin', I'm gunnin' I'm stunnin' and it's fun when it happens Especially when I'm rapping I give dap to brothers I'm cool with But yo know You can't mess around with Swift Ya just cool whip Ya soft and ya sweeter than sugar Dog, I'm just that type of nigga That 'ill walk up on ya Leave ya in a bed of blood Huh, if ya tryna fuck with us He said don't cuss But I couldn't help it I take my belt off whip ya wit' it Because I'm selfish So I, just do the things I do I freestyle for you Then I pass it to my crew Then they pass it back And if ya wack Then get slapped For that type of [Verse 11: Eminem] Acid rap Yeah and that's a fact Slim Shady's back Got eighty ladies layin' on they back Yo, but I'm a mack I'm a little nuts for Brittany Little to sane for Whitney Tell you the truth Yo, Bobby would prolly get me Catch me in the lobby After he just hit me After he sniffed three lines He'd prolly knock out Fifty He could prolly lift up both of us And spin us both on both fingers like donuts Yo, I party hard But for real, I want Bobby Brown as my bodyguard And that's for real And that's the deal Cause we got mass appeal And I don't think that they can really take it Cause I always let my nuts hang Like I was doing push-ups naked That's what I do Is drink the Alizé and Then I pass it to my man Proof and Then we start goofin' around And start spoofin' Everybody, yo we in the party And we could rock the party And we could get it started And if ya smell like (sniff) Somebody farted Or we can We can do the Mardi Gardy We could party harder We could get started What you wanna do Proof, it's on you [Verse 12: Proof] It's on me Might take it to the hip, homie It's like Shady and Aftermath We after cash You want it We gon' blast ya ass (4x) And listen, ya need to quit it dog Cause Proof is low to the ground Like midget balls With them bridges falls I lock ya ass up on the game And I visit all And it's like they signed They said they did it all Because they breeches small But Imma tell you In the likeness of the great 2Pac I'm hot And I'm fatter then Biggie Smalls All y'all, need to recognize Cause where I come from It's still the East side Over there by Dresden Where we make their heads spin Back then the back, ten Make his ass backspin This action of crack-skin Nigga, I eat more Vicodin Than the dots that's on the Pac-Man, board Oh Lord Give me my sword On top of that The freestyles I got you can't afford But they free Yo, they only cost attention And did I mention I'm a boss with henchmen I send niggas to get ya Yo, it's easy to do How ya feel about this Yo, the piece of the Proof The piece of the clue The pieces ya need The pieces I got On top of that my freestyle Never stutter My words are butter-rock Like the niggas feel about us I say precise Nigga feel fucked up like D-Nice, did For getting Scott La Rock slain I rock 'caine and rock brains Back in the day, when ya block came Get ya block slain Ya hood aborted How I feel when they all get shortened Haha And I tell ya like this Ya missing the ending I lift ya whole hood Like I'm fixing ya engine Nigga, come on [Verse 13: Stat Quo] I keep my brim tilted And tracked, I killed it Atlanta, my city I built it Watch this Young beast bob and weave Young Stata (Status) make it hard to breathe Please believe I ball for cheese Survival of the fittest One of the trillest ever Bow down, he severe Finna lock the market Marshall and Dre don' linked up With the boy from the A I am chillaxin' Fine linen in my fashion Bump yo' questions Why you askin', anythang? Niggas wanna know what I'm on Riding on my enemies Getting them gon' huh A crime businesses And you need homes Something I can flip to increase my grip Yo, why they on my dick? Ride ya own lane I gotta handle Trust me lil' man Ya need a little change Here's for starters I show ya how to come up Work on martyr Launder ya cheese Do cash and beauty parlors Hustle smarter Green got me, haha Green got me Imma kill you Green [Verse 14: Swift] To me it's like second nature I treat murders like a recreation And these niggas steadily changing They laughs like Mason T.D. Jakes and all of these fake gangstas They all be awaking Because McVay can put a date on you homes I'll engrave in ya tombstone With urination Now your whole funeral soon blown Communication are for fools who be wasting time Contemplating on making up I ain't that guy A grudge holder I used to shove boulder in the counsel of my Aurora Get caught and tell 'em it's yours I can leave each one of ya body parts Stranded in the middle of different forests Having police ignore the shit Niggas get hung like ornaments While they hanging they trees They get bombed like Vietnamese In '46 or whatever year it was I gotta buzz And murdering you is all I love This is Swifty McVay I ain't by myself I got Em, Proof, and Stat that be hot And D12 is over, D12 is over here And yo' death is near And that's what's up [Verse 15: Eminem] That's what's up Pass this cup And then we blast you up Freestyle right off the massive truck We got truckloads And uff, no Cuff no and spin it backwards And play it back later Cause all y'all haters rockin' gators Alligators, we see ya later We ain't player haters But yo check it out We rockin' in our Navigators And we can sit back And we can stretch, we can check Trek, I mean catch, anything And we can fetch I'm slurring a little bit But during the part that I was doing The urination, upon that girl and Wait a minute, I ain't goin' There with my rap I ain't tryin' to be starting no crap But yo, I be flowin' With the stuff and I be knowin' That when I start raking out them leaves I be hoein' And that's six in the mornin' And we can do it We can get it on until the crack of dawn and We can get it on with Tim Westwood We can do whatever you want Bring ya best cause We do what we want to do On this microphone Cause we ought to know Or ought to inform you That we get warm too warm Sometimes we too hot to Not to spit this ish Spit it backwards and that said shit Whoops, I didn't mean to curse But yo Proof, come back And lay one verse [Verse 16: Proof] I don't bite But I spit the killin' venom When I'm older My pockets gon' blow up like Brazilian women You can fight me here Like some Big (B.I.G.) and Pac shit Breaking laws off him dog And hypnotic, he got it Although he sound sober I ain't gay nowhere near gay I even hate a brown-noser It's over, he killa Got no skills When these twenty-two spins Ain't got nothing to do with Diablo wheels Even the bible kills I burn moral themes Y'all pop like MTV And talk more than Coral Jeanne The poor foreseen that there is a God I hope you guys slack Cause when I lean back Without the Terror Squad I gotta two bigger Then pistol move niggas whip I leave fool ass lit Like a cool cigarette I'm 'bout the peace dude In fact the peaceful Since these niggas know my piece full And since they watchin' Beef too They watchin' niggas out here They see how we go Back in the day With what, my people The desert eagle Leaving people living in deceased holes How they feel about that? My truck is all diesel Freeze hoes These people know it G.L. in detail They break like Lee nail Crew is D12 More noise than a seashell Cause we shall prevail Without the Martin Luther King drill [Verse 17: Eminem] How you know the main side, so attraction Psycho action The man 'ill throw up on Michael Jackson Sick enough to do anything In any video I could even pull out my whole titty yo Wouldn't mean a damn thing Wouldn't mean nothing Like if you went and pulled hamstring Cause you a fake 'iatch I took the b off Cause Imma be off with the switch Just like you Cause you walk with a switch too That's what I meant Cause I represent, every single day Pass it off to Stat [Verse 18: Stat Quo] I'm so slum I pull up in a double-quad deuce with no roof On them big ass boots White tee, no suit Just me and my troop Jam and be some hustlers We are not a group Grizzles, love me cause my smile is priceless My advice, my life I have them wetter than diapers She want me to buy big jewels and wife her Fuck the bitch tonight But tomorrow won't like her Go back to the club And get a new one like her And that's what I call completing a cypher Wrassle with the bitches so they call me Roddy Piper When a Stat come through Your girlfriend get hyper [Verse 19: Swift] You be in the ocean with the worms and maggots I'm what overdoses do for an addict And after static with me Holy ghosts will be given a homes Automatically, it's either that or be rolled in a hole I target ya dome Watch that shit get blown Like a head gasket See I'm rabid And known to foam acid I accurately mastered battering bastards I don't get charged for assault and battery They be after me Cause I smashed 'em Happily answering Any nigga that asks me would happen I tell 'em the truth laughin' That's just me A five-star general With aura that's horrible I be smackin' ya captain Turn a corpse into ya corporal They won't know who did it Tell your lieutenant When an arsenal is set For all of those threats of coming close No you won't With a Stephen King mentality Ya don't believe me? I can bring the casualty to ya family And that's what's up I got D12 in the house Ya know what we about Are you a man, a mouse? And it seems like you a mouse Running in that hole Just cause you hoe And everybody know McVay yeah [Verse 20: Proof] See I'm going out Blow 'em up They wanna see me, what I'm all about Pull 'em out I'm in the club Got the snub 'Bout to bust it out Boy hear me, 'bout to hear me 'Bout to cuss a dog I can't take it [Verse 21: Eminem] Can't cuss it dog Take it dog Ayo, get with the With the girl Better take it off She got the bra better shake it y'all Ayo, check it out I'm about to bull And wreck it out [All] Smack 'em with shovels Smack 'em with shovels Smack 'em with shovels Smack 'em with shovels [Eminem] You gon' make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Make us freestyle for all Tim you gon' make us freestyle for all [All] Freestyle forever Freestyle forever Freestyle forever [Outro: Eminem] Tim gon' make us freestyle forever