Freestyle Ghetto Lyrics - 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 it's wack 

I draw back the cap for the peelin 

Should of stuck to rock dealin 

'cause it's the blood stealin/super vill.. 

Chill..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 

Xzhibit 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 fuze/start spreadin the news 

Its 94 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 emcseason 

3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate 

No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight 

I ain't the type to pic 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 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? 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 wit the cross roads 

Movin fast foward/while you other suckas 

Stuck in a pause mode 

I goes deep like a great white 

But I'm 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 I'm the pharoah 

'cause I'm 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 I'm 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 

Now's my turn 

I got furious styles like larry fishburne... 

Wit da 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 

Wit 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 be rockin rhymes 

Since the roof was on fire 

So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer 

I'll 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...