featuring Alkaholiks MC Breeze 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
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 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/cuz 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 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 Ch
