Insane Clown Posse - Ghetto Zone lyrics

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