ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Ghetto Zone lyrics

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They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives

They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours

We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there

Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit

You know its potent when the funky-ass beat hit

Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point

ICP out of southwest Detroit

Running with a gang of 20 street hoods

Hookers on my back cuz I'm selling them cheap goods

Looking through the motherfucking alleyway

They can't catch Violent crazy-ass psychopath J

But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time

Now I'm chillin in the back of car 49

Yes, rhyme grippin that metal

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

I look at all that and it makes me sick

I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick

So I grab anybody I can find

Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign

Flex one of us and I'm a find you

Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you

Killed two birds with one stone

You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome

And to those hillbillies listening down south

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

And keep stringing on your banjo

Cuz we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro

Now the ICP stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone

Ah, for Christ's sake

Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here

That's for the hell-hole where you come from

This is the good part of town

We let you deal with that type of bullshit

Your problems don't concern us

Go home now, well go on

Southwest Detroit is condemned one's home

The cops just don't know what to do

Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and the PSR

They got my back, O.G., you won't make it far

I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt

Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?

Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto thug

Fiends on the sac cuz I'm booming that crack

I know you heard aloud what J said

When I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead

Know you can't argue with the truth

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

And I laugh at a motherfucking cop

Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut shop

At the party where the ICP shows take face

Billy throws the handcuffs all over the place

"We're here to protect and protect we do"

Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you

Cops are always beatin on someone

Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run

And the motherfucking black panthers know it

That's why some cops now are catching a bullet

I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the chase

When Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face

Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone

Hey, yo, G, who the fuck do you think you are, man?

You know who you're fucking with the IC motherfuckin P, G

Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy

Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers

Yea, G, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that shit

Come to Del Ray and drive by in shit

The cops just don't know what to do

These are my homeboys, vato

See, are home right here is all we have, man

I love them and they love me back, man

Well I guess I'm a bad guy

Cuz I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot

And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling

When I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling

Through Del Ray, call it Hell Ray

It's where ICP stay, yo G

And the forces that always talk shit get beat

And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat

Cuz if I feel I am mack dead

In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a never had

A thousand motherfucker in the back make the car saw

Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag

Rappin to a sac-chasing Heidi

I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazaratti

Ever sell out to a freak, fuck no

That why I'll tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho

When the check comes I ignore it

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

I give the ho an empty 12-pack

Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back

That's all I pay for bitch now get the fuck on ho

Stick around I got something you can suck on ho

Violent J won't be ganked

By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skank

You gotta handle your own

In the southwest ghetto zone

ICP

And to all the sets running in southwest Detroit

Good luck and stay strong

Latin Counts

Young Guns

CFP

X-men

To the Cobras

And DT

ICP

They got uzis, they got shotguns

They got explosives