GHETTO ZONE Lyrics

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