Violent J servin ghetto heart street shit

You know its potent when the funky ass beats hit

Rollin my dice and we hittin point

ICP outta SothWest Detroit

Runnin with a gang of 20 street hoods

Fuckers on my back casue Im sellin those cheap goods

Runnin Through the Mother Fuckin Alley Way

They know they can't catch Violent Crazy-Ass Psychopath J

But I guess I wasnt so crazy this time

Cause Im chillin in the back of Car 49

Thats why I'm grippin that metal

They put a man on the moon but can't do shit for the ghetto

Lookin at all that and it makes me sick

I wanna grab the mother fuckers and make em swallow a brick

So I grab anybody I can find

Then I beat em in the head

Beat em in the head with a god damn stop sign

Fuck with one of us and Im gonna find you

Im gonna rip through your chest and hit the bitch behind you

Kill two birds with one stone

You layin in the street with a bullet in your dome

And to the hillbillies listenin down South

Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth

Keep stringin on your banjo

Cause we don't like that shit where I come from bro

Now The ICP stands alone

In The SouthWest Ghetto Zone

Yo Steady, Rude Boy in a PSR

They got my back OG you won't make it far

I got my nine in my gut and its startin to hurt

Where can you keep a gatt wearin skins and a T-Shirt

Now Im rollin like a true ghetto thug

Fingers on my sac Cause Im boomin that crap

I know your gonna allow what J said

When I told you I sold to your bitch that bass head

No, You can't argue wuth the truth

If I hit you in your mouth you're gonna spit out a tooth

And I laugh at a motherfuckin cop

Sittin his fat ass in a donut shop

At a party when the ICP shows they're face

Billy Clubs and Hand Cuffs all over the place

Were here to protect and Protect we do

Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you

Cops always beatin on someone

Shot him in the back and told him not to run

And the motherfuckin Balck Panthers know it

Thats why some cops now are catchin the bullets

Im runnin out of ammo well end the chase

Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face

Gotta Find Your Own

In The SouthWest Ghetto Zone



So I guess Im a bad guy

Cause I Cuss a lot

Say Fuck a lot

And I rap to tell you how Im feelin

When Im in Olds, Spice it up and we reelin

Through Del Rey

Go To Hell Rey

Its were the ICP stay

And the fucks that always talk shit get beat

And if im outnumbered I got a gauge in the back seat

Cause when Im fellin like a mack dad

In the trunk of my ride I got weapons that I never had

Thousand motherfuckers in the back make the car sag

Rodney's fat ass makes the god damn muffler drag

Rappin to sexy hotties

Told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazzaratti

Ever sell out to a freak? FUCK NO

Thats why I tell you I love to box with a hoe

When a jack comes I ignore it

And the bitch is gonna ask me to fuckin pay for it

I gave the hoe an empty twelve pack

Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back

Thats all Ill pay for bitch now get the fuck out

Hoe stick around and I got somethin you can suck on

Hoe Violent J won't be ganked

By now Id be with a bare footed sewer skank

You gotta Handle your own

In The SouthWest Ghetto Zone



ICP

And to all the sets runnin in SoutWest Detroit Good Luck and Stay Strong

Latin Counts

Young Guns

CFP

X-Men

To The Cobras

ICP