INNER CITY POSSE

INNER CITY POSSE - Violent Crimes lyrics

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Violent Crimes of the ICP

Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly

The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident

I got more boys than the motha fuckin president

Watchin my back through jack leadin jack

Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked

By 14 of the hottest motha fuckas on the water bed

ICP fuck a microglycerine

I'll let his backbone pry out his motha fuckin throat

Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat

Yo Homeboy you know your in effect

But what about the crimes you aint kicked none yet

On the ramed out streets of the inner city Delray

There once lived a little boy named Violent J

Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of

When he hit 13, motha fucka when violent

Took along yo the crimes that I done

People must understand it wasn't just for fun

When your cold at night and theres nothin to eat

You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed

Growin up stonger one next to me

With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee

Hangin at the stadium just talkin and swearin

Punk walk by laughin at what I was wearin

Prince born walkin around with silver spoons in his mouth

My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out

Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house

Leanin against his old's drinkin 40's with clouds

Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key

They took it all and left 'em in his BVD's

2 Much and 2 Dope got boomin rides

Took your amp took your tookin snick by nine

Try to told 'em between us and your fresh seet to

Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you

Kid Villian the hustla took the whole damn ride

Didn't notice your girl was still sittin inside

She stayed in the car while you ran in the store

Kid plucked your car and ended up fuckin your whore

Q-Tip look through your window on a monday night

Took your couch big jar everything in site

Sold 'em all for gold cuz my boys are swingin

Stole your mothers raidy rade off her motha fuckin finger

Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim

And the village men wonder why he been gettin so slim

Now he steals from you so at night your lockin

And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocket

D-Lyrical like a cat sneaks up from behind

Check nine to your spine is what your able to find

That pile yo is cool and calm

That rope around your neck winds up in a pile

Don Juan goes back just askin the fool

Spent more time in jail, then you spent in school

In the LA roles just go make a deal

Stole your little snitches mother fuckin tranin wheels

Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D

Got more freaks then a skater got teeth

But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river

Can in one had with one to hold the liver

Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew

Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue

So battery had to be done to an HP

Simple plan its all so the sucker try to say maybe

Rude Boy, aww shit J tell 'em

HP watchin verner boys swellin

Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew

What the fuck can you do?

The playable unstopable ICP

Boy you can't fade me

Your game is too tuff is what you say

ICP stands for I Can Play

Any game set up by a barn yard hit

Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click

So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for

Fuck you and your mothers a whore

I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boyz

And you down with Violent J if your playin my noise

Yo J you know your cold fuckin it up

D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt

Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin

With what ya put out cuz your shit is bumpin

Man HP's over there in that car

Before we fuck 'em up lets tell 'em who they are

Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs

Ain't down with gang bangin only down with milkin cows

Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it

Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute

They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead

Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed

Now I'm ready to whip some ass

Cuz in Detroit we don't play that

Hand me a bat

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