Freestyle Ghetto

[Intro: Xzibit]

Ay, what the fuck man? (*laughter*)

See, look, look, uhh

[Verse 1: 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 in the dental with 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 2: 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 sees' 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 in 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? That'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 3: J-Ro]

Footballs, basketballs, microphones gas and grass (hey)

Just 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

[Verse 4: Tash]

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 5: 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'd 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...

[Outro: King Tee]

You know what I'm sayin'

Some of that old next 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 Alkaholiks 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