Текст песни King Tee - Freestyle Ghetto
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Verse one: xzibit(see look look)I grab the mic and start breakin down niggasWit out no problemBroadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/Kick some rhymes if you got/but if its wackI draw back the cap for the peelinShould of stuck to rock dealinCuz its the blood stealin/super vill..Chill..stayin high like the ceilinSee there aint enough room for the both of usSee its a showdown/throw downYour best style Ill bust(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets upCouldnt hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffsIn all disrespectIll snatch you by your neckAnd do a suplex and stepSo nigga you can check my credentialsJust hard rhymes and instrumentalsXzhibit smash you wit a dentalAnd a loaded pistolNo longer lookin in the windowIll bust a field wit indoKillin quarts of beerSadies outta here...Verse two: mc breezeLike a fuze/start spreadin the newsIts 94 and breeze is givin niggas the bluesI paid my dues/and now its time to go on to the next modeMake room for the kaboom/cuz Im about to explodeAnd drop bombs like a b1/cops I seize noneAnd niggas step up/i soak emcseason3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuateNo time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweightI aint the type to pic up the micAnd catch the stage frightIll pull a gauge if I aint paid rightTo the promoters on tourShort me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!Im psycho pathic like mansonAint wit the dancinBut still I get more cheers than ted dansonMore dough than marino or roles than pacinoYou beatin me? thats only in your dreams hoIm not sayin Im unbeatable/im sayin Im untouchableLivin comfortable just like a huxtablePlus Im rollin wit the cross roadsMovin fast foward/while you other suckasStuck in a pause modeI goes deep like a great whiteBut Im a stay blackNo matter how high the pay stacksOr if my rep gets biggerYou might get take this nigga out the ghettoBut not the ghetto out this nigga.....Verse three: j-ro, tashFor the balls basketballsMicrophones gassin grass(hey)Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass93 mandingo/94 Im the pharoahCuz Im b-bbad to the bone marrowI get wildWit more styles than the martial artsI need weedI roll more grass than golf cartsApril 92 you no the ro was a looterNow Im writin raps on my lab-top computerJ-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin greenBeen on the scene/since the age of 13I learned I had to earn the micNows my turnI got furious styles like larry fishburne...Wit da bitches tunin me inLike its the young and the restlessNext up to bust my shitFrom the l-i-k-ssYes its the freshestWit lyrics rough around the edgesIll smoke you on the micLike a pack of benson hedgesBut..hold up waitIll bust rhymes thatll circulateThatll wake yo punk ass up like mc eihtCuz I be rockin rhymesSince the roof was on fireSo point me to the bitch whos the dopest butterflyerIll make her break it down like she patra when I catch yaBroadway is on the tablesWhile I throw these lyrica atchaSo....slow down before ya fuck wit my soundYou betta do the hokey pokeyAnd turn ya self around...