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