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