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Violent J servin' ghetto heart street shit You know it's 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 I'm 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 wasn't so crazy this time Cause I'm chillin' in the back of Car 49 That's 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 them swallow a brick So I grab anybody I can find Then I beat them in the head Beat them in the head with a god damn stop sign Fuck with one of us and I'm gonna find you I'm 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 Letras de cancionesIn 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 gatt 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 bitch that bass head 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 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 That's why some cops now are catchin' the bullets I'm 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 I'm a bad guy Cause I cuss a lot Say fuck a lot And I rap to tell you how I'm feelin When I'm in Olds, Spice it up and we reelin Through Del Rey Go to hell rey It's were the ICP stay And the fucks that always talk shit get beat And if I'm outnumbered, I got a gauge in the back seat Cause when I'm 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 That's 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 That's all, I'll 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 I'd 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 From Letras Mania