Freestyle Ghetto

(See, look, look) I grab the mic and start breakin' down niggas Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom Ain't 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 vil 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 Like a fuze, start spreadin' the news It's 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 Three seconds to destinate, you betta evacuate No time to hesitate, you f**kin' 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 ain't 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 forward, while you other s*ckas 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 For the balls basketballs microphones ga*sin' gra*s Hey, some of the few things J-Ro likes to pa*s 93 mandingo 94 I'm the Pharaoh 'Cuz I'm b-bad to the bone marrow I get wild wit' more styles than the martial arts I need weed, I roll more gra*s 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 a*s up like MC Eiht 'Cuz 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 lyric atcha So slow down before ya f**k wit' my sound You betta do the hokey pokey and turn ya self around