Insane Clown Posse - Ghetto Zone Lyrics
They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosivesThey got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hoursWe got over 50,000 gangbangers out thereViolent j serving ghetto hard street shitYou know its potent when the funky-ass beat hitRolling the dice and wes hittin pointIcp out of southwest detroitRunning with a gang of 20 street hoodsHookers on my back cuz Im selling them cheap goodsLooking through the mother*****ing alleywayThey cant catch violent crazy-ass psychopath jBut I guess I wasnt so crazy this timeNow Im chillin in the back of car 49Yes, rhyme grippin that metalThey put a man on the moon, but cant do shit for the ghettoI look at all that and it makes me sickI wanna grab them mother*****ers make em swallow a brickSo I grab anybody I can findBeat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop signFlex one of us and Im a find youBullet rips through your chest and hits the ***** behind youKilled two birds with one stoneYoure laying in the street with a bullet in your domeAnd to those hillbillies listening down southTalk shit about the city with my nuts in your wifes mouthAnd keep stringing on your banjoCuz we dont like that shit were we come from, broNow the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto zoneAh, for christs sakeAh, you dont talk about that garbage hereThats for the hell-hole where you come fromThis is the good part of townWe let you deal with that type of bullshitYour problems dont concern usGo home now, well go onSouthwest detroit is condemned ones homeThe cops just dont know what to doJump steady, rude boy, and the psrThey got my back, o.g., you wont make it farI got my nine at my gut and its startin to hurtWhere can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?Now Im roaming like a true ghetto thugFiends on the sac cuz Im booming that crackI know you heard aloud what j saidWhen I told you that I sold to that *****, that baseheadKnow you cant argue with the truthIf I hit you in your mouth, youre gonna spit out a toothAnd I laugh at a mother*****ing copSittin with his fat ass in a donut shopAt the party where the icp shows take faceBilly throws the handcuffs all over the placeWere here to protect and protect we doThen I ask who the ***** protects us from youCops are always beatin on someoneShot a mute in the back, he told him not to runAnd the mother*****ing black panthers know itThats why some cops now are catching a bulletIm runnin, Im runnin, well end the chaseWhen jump steady puts his gauge in your mother*****in faceMind your own in the southwest ghetto zoneHey, yo, g, who the ***** do you think you are, man?You know who youre *****ing with the ic mother*****in p, gWhy dont you all step the ***** up before you get shot, boyKeep running your lips, see what happens mother*****ersYea, g, see what Im saying, now whats up with that shitCome to del ray and drive by in shitThe cops just dont know what to doThese are my homeboys, vatoSee, are home right here is all we have, manI love them and they love me back, manWell I guess Im a bad guyCuz I cuss a lot I say ***** a lotAnd I rap to tell you how Im feelingWhen Im in the old spot sit and we reelingThrough del ray, call it hell rayIts where icp stay, yo gAnd the forces that always talk shit get beatAnd if Im out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseatCuz if I feel I am mack deadIn the trunk of my car I got weapons Id a never hadA thousand mother*****er in the back make the car sawRodneys fat ass make the whole damn muffler dragRappin to a sac-chasing heidiI told the ***** I aint never even seen a mazarattiEver sell out to a freak, ***** noThat why Ill tell ya Ill never end up in a box for a hoWhen the check comes I ignore itAnd the ***** is gonna ask me to *****ing pay for itI give the ho an empty 12-packTake your ass to the store and bring some faygo backThats all I pay for ***** now get the ***** on hoStick around I got something you can suck on hoViolent j wont be gankedBy no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skankYou gotta handle your ownIn the southwest ghetto zoneIcpAnd to all the sets running in southwest detroitGood luck and stay strongLatin countsYoung gunsCfpX-menTo the cobrasAnd dtIcpThey got uzis, they got shotgunsThey got explosives
