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lirik lagu xzibit freestyle – xzibit


see look look)
i grab the mic and start breakin down n-gg-s
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 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 n-gg-s throw they sets up
couldn’t hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
in all disrespect
i’ll sn-tch you by your neck
and do a suplex and step
so n-gg- 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 n-gg-s 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-gg-s step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
no time to hesitate/you f-ckin 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 n-gg- out the ghetto
but not the ghetto out this n-gg-…

verse three: j-ro, tash

for the b-lls basketb-lls
microphones g-ssin gr-ss(hey)
some of the few things j-ro likes to p-ss
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 gr-ss 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 t-ttie 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-tches tunin me in
like it’s the young and the restless
next up to bust my sh-t
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 -ss up like mc eiht
cuz i be rockin rhymes
since the roof was on fire
so point me to the b-tch who’s the dopest b-tterflyer
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-ck wit my sound
you betta do the hokey pokey
and turn ya self around…