[Violent J:]
Violent J serving ghetto heart street %#@!
You know it's potent when the funky $$# beats hit

Rolling my dice and we hitting point
ICP outta Sothwest Detroit
Running with a gang of 20 street hoods

$#&@ers on my back casue I'm selling them cheap goods
Running through the mother$#&@ing alley way
They know they can't catch Violent crazy $$# psychopath J

But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
Cause I'm chilling in the back of car 49
That's why I'm gripping that metal

They put a man on the moon, but can't do %#@! for the ghetto
Looking at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab the mother$#&@ers and make 'em swallow a brick

So I grab anybody I can find
Then I beat them in the head
Beat them in the head with a !@#$ stop sign

$#&@ with one of us and I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna rip through your chest
and hit the (*##$ behind you

Kill two birds with one stone
You layin' in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to them hillbillies listenin' down south

Talk %#@! about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringin' on your banjo
Cause we don't like that %#@! 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 it's startin' to hurt

Where can you keep a gat wearin' skins and a T-Shirt
Now I'm rollin' like a true ghetto thug
Fingers on my sac cause I'm boomin that crap

I know your gonna allow what J said
When I told you I sold to your (*##$ that basehead
No, 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 mother$#&@in' cop
Sittin' with his fat $$# in a donut shop

At a party when the ICP shows they're face
Billy clubs and hand cuffs all over the place
We're here to protect and protect we do

Then I ask who the $#&@ protects us from you
Cops always beatin' on someone
Shot him in the back and told him not to run

And the mother$#&@in' Black Panthers know it
That's why some cops now are catchin' the bullets
I'm runnin out of ammo well end the chase

Jumpsteady puts his gauge in your mother$#&@in' face
Gotta find your own
In the southwest ghetto zone


So I guess I'm a bad guy
Cause I 'cuss a lot

I say $#&@ a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm feelin
When I'm in Olds, Spice it up and we reelin

Through Delray
Go to hell rey
It's were the ICP stay

And the $#&@s that always talk %#@! get beat
And if I'm outnumbered, I got a gauge in the backseat
Cause when I'm fellin' like a mack dad

In the trunk of my ride I got weapons that I never had
Thousand mother$#&@ers in the back make the car sag
Rodney's fat $$# makes the whole damn muffler drag

Rappin' to sexy hotties
Told the (*##$ I ain't never even seen a Mazzaratti
Ever sell out to a freak? (!#@* NO)

That's why I tell you I love to box with a hoe
When a jack comes I ignore it
And the (*##$ is gonna ask me to $#&@in' pay for it

I gave the hoe an empty twelve pack
Take your $$# to the store and bring some Faygo back
That's all, I'll pay for (*##$, now get the $#&@ out
Hoe stick around and I got somethin' you can suck on
Hoe, Violent J won't be ganked

By no nappy haired barefooted crackheaded sewer !@$#
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
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ICP