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[Intro:]
„They got uzi’s, 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”
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Violent J servin ghetto hard street shit
You know it’s potent when the funky ass beat hit
Rollin’ the dice and we’s hittin’ point
I.C.P.! Outta southwest Detroit
Runnin’ wit’ a gang of twenty street 'hoods
Hookers on my back cause I’m sellin’ them cheap goods
Bookin’ through the muthafuckin’ 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 forty-nine
You ask why I’m 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 the muthafuckas, make ’em swallow a brick!
So I grab anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head wit’ a god damn stop sign
Flex one of us and I’mma find you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits a bitch behind you
Killed two birds wit’ one stone
You’re layin’ in your street with a bullet in your dome
And to them hillbillies listenin’ down south
Talk shit about the city wit’ my nuts in ya wife’s mouth
And keep stringin’ on your banjo
Cause we don’t like that shit where I come from, bro
Now the I.C.P. stands alone…
In the southwest ghetto zone
[Hook:]
(Southwest Detroit is demented one’s home)
„Aw, for christs sake!
You don’t talk about that garbage out here!
That’s for the hell hole where you come from
(Southwest Detroit is demented one’s home)
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 demented one’s home
(The cops just don’t know what to do!)
[4x]
[Verse 2: Violent J]
Jump Steady, Rude Boy & The B.S.R
They got my back O.G., 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 roamin’ like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac, cause I’m boomin’ that clap!
I know you heard out loud what J said!
When I told you that I sold to your bitch, that basehead!
Know you can’t argue with the truth
If I hit you in the mouth, you gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a muthafuckin’ cop
Sittin’ with a fatass in a doughnut shop
At the party when the I.C.P. shows they face
Billy Clubs and Handcuffs all over the place
„We’re here to protect and protect we do”
Then I ask, „Who the fuck protects us from you?!”
Constantly beatin’ on someone
Shot a fiend in the back and told him not to run
And the muthafuckin’ Black Panthers know it
That’s why it’s the cops now that are catchin’ the bullets!
I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, we’ll end the chase
When Jump Steady puts his gauge in your muthafuckin’ face
Mind your own…
In the southwest ghetto zone
[Hook:]
(Come to Delray a drive-by ain’t shit)
„Hey yo, G!
Man who the fuck do you think you are, man?!
You know who you’re fuckin’ with?
The I-C muthafuckin’ P, G!
So why don’t y’all stick the fuck up 'fore you all get shot, boy!
(Come to Delray a drive-by ain’t shit)
Keep runnin’ your lips and see what happens muthafucka!
Yeah, G, see what I’m sayin’, dawg?!
Now what’s up with that shit!”
Come to Delray a drive-by ain’t shit
(The cops just don’t know what to do)
[4x]
[Interlude:]
„These are my homeboys, vato
See a homie here is all we have man
I love them… They love me back, man!
We barrio!”
[Verse 3: Violent J]
Yeah, so I guess I’m a bad guy
Cause I cuss a lot, I say fuck a lot
And I’ll rap to tell ya how I’m feelin’
When I’m in the Oz possed up and we wheelin’
Through Delray, call it hellray
It’s where the I.C.P. stay (Yo, J!)
And the forces always talk shit, get beat
And if I’m outnumbered, I gots a gauge in the backseat
Cause when I’m feelin’ like a Mack Dad
In the trunk of my ride, I got weapons that I never had
A thousand muthafuckas in the back, make the car sag
Ronnie’s fat ass, make the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin’ to a sac chasin’ hottie
I told the bitch I ain’t never even seen a Mazarati
Ever sell out to a freak? (Fuck no!)
That’s why I’ll tell ya that I have to box wit’ a ho!
Rent check comes, I ignore it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to fuckin’ pay for it
I gave the ho an empty twelve pack
Take your ass to the sto’ and bring some Faygo back!
That’s all I’ll pay for bitch, now get the fuck on, ho!
Stick around I got some’n you can suck on, ho!
Violent J won’t be ganked
By no nappy headed, bear footed, crackheaded sewer skanks
You gotta handle your own…
In the southwest ghetto zone
[Hook:]
The cops just don’t know what to do! (Yeah)
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do! (I.C.P.)
The cops just don’t know what to do!
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do! (And to all the sets runnin’ in southwest Detroit)
The cops just don’t know what to do!
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction! (Good luck and stay strong)
The cops just don’t know what to do! (Latin Counts)
The cops just don’t know what to do! (Young Guns)
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do! (C.F.P.)
The cops just don’t know what to do! (X-Men)
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do! (To the Cobras)
The cops just don’t know what to do! (And DT)
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do!
The cops just don’t know what to do!
Murderous monogram, causin’ much destruction!
The cops just don’t know what to do! (I.C.P.)
[Outro:]
„They got uzi’s, they got shotguns, they got explosives, they got shotguns”
[4x]
They got uzi’s…
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