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They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives |
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They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours |
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We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there |
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Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit |
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You know its potent when the funky-ass beat hit |
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Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point |
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Icp out of southwest detroit |
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Running with a gang of 20 street hoods |
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Hookers on my back cuz i'm selling them cheap goods |
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Looking through the mother****ing alleyway |
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They can't catch violent crazy-ass psychopath j |
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But i guess i wasn't so crazy this time |
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Now i'm chillin in the back of car 49 |
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Yes, rhyme grippin that metal |
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They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto |
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I look at all that and it makes me sick |
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I wanna grab them mother****ers make em swallow a brick |
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So i grab anybody i can find |
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Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign |
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Flex one of us and i'm a find you |
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Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you |
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Killed two birds with one stone |
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You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome |
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And to those hillbillies listening down south |
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Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth |
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And keep stringing on your banjo |
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Cuz we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro |
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Now the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone |
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Ah, for christ's sake |
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Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here |
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That's for the hell-hole where you come from |
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This is the good part of town |
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We let you deal with that type of bullshit |
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Your problems don't concern us |
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Go home now, well go on |
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Southwest detroit is condemned one's home |
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The cops just don't know what to do |
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Jump steady, rude boy, and the psr |
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They got my back, o.g., you won't make it far |
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I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt |
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Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt? |
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Now i'm roaming like a true ghetto thug |
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Fiends on the sac cuz i'm booming that crack |
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I know you heard aloud what j said |
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When i told you that i sold to that bitch, that basehead |
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Know you can't argue with the truth |
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If i hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth |
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And i laugh at a mother****ing cop |
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Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut shop |
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At the party where the icp shows take face |
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Billy throws the handcuffs all over the place |
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"we're here to protect and protect we do" |
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Then i ask who the **** protects us from you |
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Cops are always beatin on someone |
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Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run |
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And the mother****ing black panthers know it |
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That's why some cops now are catching a bullet |
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I'm runnin, i'm runnin, we'll end the chase |
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When jump steady puts his gauge in your mother****in face |
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Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone |
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Hey, yo, g, who the **** do you think you are, man? |
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You know who you're ****ing with the ic mother****in p, g |
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Why don't you all step the **** up before you get shot, boy |
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Keep running your lips, see what happens mother****ers |
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Yea, g, see what i'm saying, now what's up with that shit |
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Come to del ray and drive by in shit |
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The cops just don't know what to do |
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These are my homeboys, vato |
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See, are home right here is all we have, man |
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I love them and they love me back, man |
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Well i guess i'm a bad guy |
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Cuz i cuss a lot i say "****" a lot |
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And i rap to tell you how i'm feeling |
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When i'm in the old spot sit and we reeling |
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Through del ray, call it hell ray |
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It's where icp stay, yo g |
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And the forces that always talk shit get beat |
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And if i'm out numbered i gotta gauge in the backseat |
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Cuz if i feel i am mack dead |
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In the trunk of my car i got weapons i'd a never had |
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A thousand mother****er in the back make the car saw |
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Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag |
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Rappin to a sac-chasing heidi |
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I told the bitch i ain't never even seen a mazaratti |
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Ever sell out to a freak, **** no |
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That why i'll tell ya i'll never end up in a box for a ho |
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When the check comes i ignore it |
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And the bitch is gonna ask me to ****ing pay for it |
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I give the ho an empty 12-pack |
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Take your ass to the store and bring some faygo back |
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That's all i pay for bitch now get the **** on ho |
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Stick around i got something you can suck on ho |
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Violent j won't be ganked |
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By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skank |
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You gotta handle your own |
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In the southwest ghetto zone |
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Icp |
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And to all the sets running in southwest detroit |
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Good luck and stay strong |
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Latin counts |
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Young guns |
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Cfp |
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X-men |
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To the cobras |
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And dt |
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Icp |
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They got uzis, they got shotguns |
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They got explosives |