Westside Story Freestyle

Yo, rain, fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggas like "Ruck, the fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen
Life is like a motherfucking seesaw
One minute you hot and the next "Yo where's Rock?"
None of ya biz
Fuck around and run in ya crib
Your wife like "He ain't here", throw some at your wiz
Niggas running up on me till the trey pound click
Talking 'bout "Ruck let's battle" on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like...
"Nigga my name ain't B. Rabbit, it's Sean Price
Big Ruckus when busting these ratchets
Or call me 'Gay Basher' when snuffing up these faggots."
Y'all niggas ain't tough when you're fronting, stay passive
Yo
Past the dutch on the left hand side
Sean Gone Till November stole Wyclef's ride
Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey Driving
Y'all niggas ain't think about rapping till you heard me rhyming
What?