Freestyle Ghetto Lyrics by Xzibit
Verse one: xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if its wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz its the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See its a showdown/throw down
Your best style Ill bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldnt hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
Ill snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
Ill bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadies outta here...
Verse two: mc breeze
Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now its time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/cuz Im about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
Ill pull a gauge if I aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
Im psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still I get
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if its wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz its the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See its a showdown/throw down
Your best style Ill bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldnt hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
Ill snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
Ill bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadies outta here...
Verse two: mc breeze
Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now its time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/cuz Im about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize none
And niggas step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
Ill pull a gauge if I aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
Im psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still I get