Ghetto Zone 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 South West Detroit Runnin with a
gang of 20 street hoods Fuckers on my back cause 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 em swallow a bricks 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 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 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 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 Black 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 feeling When I'm 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 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 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 Southwest Detroit Good
Luck and Stay Strong Latin Counts Young Guns CFP X-Men To The Cobras
ICP

One time, the ICP with this shit For you
and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to Yo, G, kick some of that shit
about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap,
bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was
flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on
his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo With my dope posse, hear comes a
tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause the whole damn house was
spinning through the air (damn!) And don't laugh just yet And it
bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half
foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip
on my weapon Cause this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and killed that wicked old
bitch" And they saying that I'm doomed Cause I killed some ho that
rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I
walking down the yellow brick alleyway Well, go on motherfucker! Now
I'm roaming just like base head Everybody know just where the alley
led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there go the
scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the
nigger play the double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'll
blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the wizard? Fuck
yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the
wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta
bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on bricks Spitting and
cussing and holding our dicks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the
movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow Ain't a fresh pair
of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there go the tin man How
to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying shit until you oil
me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil me up with a forty
of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a
crack head Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the
wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow" (Shut the) fuck up,
bitch Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking
ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up and you and Toto get the
fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the motherfuckers all the
way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book tourist Gripping that
forty-four we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my
Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my Hoods and hoodlums and thieves,
oh my I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye Don't fuck with me at a
time like this I'll send out a bullet guaranteed won't miss So I just
move and the hooks are flying You've come and buck with the fucking
lion I want rings, chains, any kind of gold Or what? Or I'm a let
this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray There you can
rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game So finally we was at
the castle And with the guards, we got no hassle They all just got
the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J
Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to
know? Violent Psychopath J I wanna word with him at gun point Cause
there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The
Wizard of the Ghetto as its said Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you ain't
shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin Man,
don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets
out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking
brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cause the Tin Man was
dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the
fellas went home making Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo
says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got
up and was fining to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cause I
know they'll laugh at my drunk ass!

Wakin up Hear a little baby cryin Mom's
cryin cause pop's got his fists flyin 9 in the morning and he's drunk
One day I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk A bitch layin next me in
the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead The only honor
in my life is my rag Without it zip me up in a body bag Grab my
brother's unloaded 44 Take the money back bottles and head to the
store In my neighborhood your life is a dare Cause there's factories
pumpin out black air And I'm breathin this shit everyday Livin crazy
cause I'm dyin anyway I see this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell
her go home and watch her kids You listen em cry and sob Take your
sorry ass out and find a mother fuckin job See my homies hangin down
by the liquor store 40's and their cash dice rollin on the floor They
say my friends will never be any good But the president wouldn't be
shit if he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old
shit The Southwest Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me I guess
everyone seen it When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement It
started all this crazy shit Now we never set out with out a loaded
clip And he we headed up to the dope rim Little boys on the court so
we punked them out When he was pushed off the court He wanted to kill
them fuckers Now I'm standin in the bad guys shoes Payin my dues And I
don't have anywhere to be Just another street hood in the inner-city
And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar so he can go
fry his brains Fuck No I push him out the way Cause that sad mother
fucker ain't got shit to say My homie was known for mackin Now they
got him doin 10 for car jackin And I'm thinkin that I'm next to go What
the fuck I'm already livin Death Row So many out there want me dead
Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if
I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life
about? Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out That's in the past
now I'm ain't soft Daddy hits me today and I'm gonna blow his fuckin
head off The bullets were close but missed Live My Life At A Risk You
Know J Man You're Right Too many mother fuckers out there are fake
People need to understand that if you get hit enough times Then you
start hittin back All we are is pawns on a game board And if this is
the way everybody's playin Then count us in But the ICP is playin for
keeps I think I liked it better when I was a kid

Inner City Posse got the dog beats ICP,
we got the dog beats No, you don't stop with the funk from the old
days Startin on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the
dog beats Inner City Posse and we playin for keeps And I know that
you likin this funk Cause I can hear my voice comin out the trunk Of
your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leave it unattended I'm a
take the mother Two to the do, to the OPE Hitting 03 with the ICP I
like bass treble and the temp stuff Throw, kick it in the back of a
Seventy Bus With that 40 oz, or that strong bull Shooting craps in
the back of the liquor store And I'm hitting and we'll keep it at
that You out, Joe, no, I'm TOO DOPE for that Rollin and I'm headed
for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen
the freak with the bright Weight tank top Keep rolling cause I know
I'll see my bank drop Homeboy, if you wanna keep your riches Stay the
hell away from them mo' money Trucks to the buckers to the jeeps The
ICP has got the Dog Beats Street lights blaring out the windshield
Man, cold ceggers on the general wheels Six pack in the back and I'm
drowsin Keep the sounds up if I escape 1000 2 Dope gotta kick his own
style Homemade kicker box for the ICP Make the whole car hop When we
let the bass drop Inner City Posse got a bad rep Like my man on the
crutches took a big step And I can't stand a neighborhood menace So I
slow chill like Rockie Dennis Bass in the car somethin stack I know
you hear me boomin in Pontiac Everyone's braver when the bass rock So
I got a little somethin in the glove box Long black hair with a white
rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate the
Mack Chillin by my side cause my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin
famous just think for a minute Sold a car radio and the tape was in
it Sounds bring a life to the streets The ICP got the Dog Beats Inner
City Posse got the dog beats Waitin at the light as my bass thumps
And I'm gettin jacked by these local chumps They point they wave they
stare they look I been jacked so hard, I could write a book Violent J
down with the pimp daddies Violent J down with the pimp daddies Violent
J down with the pimp daddies Smooth plush rides in a velvet Caddy All
the way live down to Jefferson Inner City Posse got the best of them
Rewind your tape and your system eat Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats