Текст (слова) песни: King Tee - Freestyle Ghetto

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 more cheers than ted danson

More dough than marino or roles than pacino

You beatin me? thats only in your dreams ho

Im not sayin Im unbeatable/im sayin Im untouchable

Livin comfortable just like a huxtable

Plus Im rollin wit the cross roads

Movin fast foward/while you other suckas

Stuck in a pause mode

I goes deep like a great white

But Im a 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 gassin grass(hey)

Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass

93 mandingo/94 Im the pharoah

Cuz Im b-bbad to the bone marrow

I get wild

Wit more styles than the martial arts

I need weed

I roll more grass than golf carts

April 92 you no the ro was a looter

Now Im writin raps on my lab-top computer

J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green

Been on the scene/since the age of 13

I learned I had to earn the mic

Nows my turn

I got furious styles like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches tunin me in

Like its the young and the restless

Next up to bust my shit

From the l-i-k-ss

Yes its the freshest

Wit lyrics rough around the edges

Ill smoke you on the mic

Like a pack of benson hedges

But..hold up wait

Ill bust rhymes thatll circulate

Thatll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht

Cuz I be rockin rhymes

Since the roof was on fire

So point me to the bitch whos the dopest butterflyer

Ill make her break it down like she patra when I catch ya

Broadway is on the tables

While I throw these lyrica atcha

So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound

You betta do the hokey pokey

And turn ya self around...

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