King Tee - Free Style Ghetto lyrics

Verse One: Xzibit (See look look) I grab the mic and start breakin down n***as 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 cuz it's the blood stealin/super vill.. chill..stayin high like the ceilin see there aint 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 k**in quarts of beer Sadie's outta here... Verse Two: MC Breeze Like a fuze/start spreadin the news its 94 and Breeze is givin n***as the blues I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode make room for the kaboom/cuz I'm about to explode and drop bombs like a B1/cops I seize none and n***as step up/I soak emcseason 3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate no time to hesitate/you f**in featherweight I aint the type to pic up the mic and catch the stage fright I'll 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! 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 s**as 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 n***a out the ghetto but not the ghetto out this n***a..... Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash For the balls basketballs microphones ga**in gra**(hey) some of the few things J-Ro likes to pa** 93 mandingo/94 I'm the pharoah cuz I'm b-bbad to the bone marrow I get wild wit more styles than the martial arts I need weed I roll more gra** 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 b**hes tunin me in like it's the Young and the Restless next up to bust my sh** 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 a** up like MC Eiht cuz I be rockin rhymes since the roof was on fire so point me to the b**h who's the dopest bu*terflyer 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 f** wit my sound you betta do the hokey pokey and turn ya self around...