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 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 nigga out the ghetto
 but not the ghetto out this nigga.....

 Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash

 For the balls basketballs
 microphones gassin grass(hey)
 some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass
 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 grass 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 ass 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 lyrica atcha
 so....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound
 you betta do the hokey pokey
 and turn ya self around