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Dog Beats Ghetto Zone 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 Life At Risk Wakin up Hear a little baby cryin Mom's cryin cause pop's got his fists flyin 9 in the morning and he's drunk One day I feel that Im gonna shoot that punk A bitch layin next me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded 44 Take the money back bottles and head to the store In my neighborhood your life is a dare Cause there's factories pumpin out black air And Im breathin this shit everyday Livin crazy cause Im dyin anyway I see this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her kids You listen em cry and sob Take your sorry ass out and find a mother fuckin job See my homies hangin down by the liquor store 40's and their cash dice rollin on the floor They say my friends will never be any good But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The Southwest Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me I guess everyone seen it When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit Now we never set out with out a loaded clip And he we headed up to the dope rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out When he was pushe off the court He wanted to kill them fuckers Now Im standin in the bad guys shoes Payin my dues And I don't have anywhere to be Just another street hood in the inner-city And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains Fuck No I push him out the way Cause that sad mother fucker ain't got shit to say My homie was known for mackin Now they got him doin 10 for car jackin And Im thinkin that Im next to go What the fuck Im already livin Death Row So many out there want me dead Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about? Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out Thats in the past now Im ain't soft Daddy hits me today and Im gonna blow his fuckin head off The bullets were close but missed Live My Life At A Risk You Know J Man You're Right Too many mother fuckers out there are fake People need to understand that if you get hit enough times Then you start hittin back All we are is pawns on a gameboard And if this is the way everybody's playin Then count us in But the ICP is playin for keeps I think I liked it better when I was a kid Dog Beats Inner City Posse got the dog beats ICP, we got the dog beats No, you don't stop with the funk from the old days Startin on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the dog beats Inner City Posse and we playin for keeps And I know that you likin this funk Cause I can hear my voice comin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leave it unattended I'm a take the mother Two to the do, to the OPE Hitting 03 with the ICP I like bass treble and the temp stuff Throw, kick it in the back of a Seventy Bus With that 40 oz, or that strong bull Shooting craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hitting and we'll keep it at that You out, Joe, no, I'm TOO DOPE for that Rollin and I'm headed for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright Weight tank top Keep rolling cause I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy, if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them mo' money Trucks to the buckers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dog Beats Street lights blaring out the windshield Man, cold ceggers on the general wheels Six pack in the back and I'm drowsin Keep the sounds up if I escape 1000 2 Dope gotta kick his own style Homemade kicker box for the ICP Make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse got a bad rep Like my man on the crutches took a big step And I can't stand a neighborhood menace So I slow chill like Rockie Dennis Bass in the car somethin stack I know you hear me boomin in Pontiac Everyone's braver when the bass rock So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with a white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate the Mack Chillin by my side cause my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Sold a car radio and the tape was in it Sounds bring a life to the streets The ICP got the Dog Beats Inner City Posse got the dog beats Waitin at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point they wave they stare they look I been jocked so hard, I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddys Violent J down with the pimp daddys Violent J down with the pimp daddys Smooth plush rides in a velvet Caddy All the way live down to Jefferson Inner City Posse got the best of them Rewind your tape and your system eat Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats Wizard Of The Hood One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) And don't laugh just yet And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cause this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping "Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch" And they saying that I'm doomed Cause I killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway Well, go on motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basehead Everybody know just where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the nigger play the double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the wizard? Fuck yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on bricks Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there go the tin man How to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying shit until you oil me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow" (Shut the) fuck up, bitch Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up and you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book tourist Gripping that forty-four we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying You've come and buck with the fucking lion I want rings, chains, any kind of gold Or what? Or I'm a let this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray There you can rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no hastle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to know? Violent Psychopath J I wanna word with him at gun point Cause there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said Welcome to the wizards kingdom Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cause the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the fellas went home macking Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got up and was finning to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cause I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass |
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