Ghetto Zone

[INTRO] 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 gangbangers out there Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit [VERSE 1: VIOLENT J] Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit You know it's potent when the funky-ass beat hits Rolling the dice and we's hitting point ("ICP!") out of Southwest Detroit Running with a gang of 20 street hoods Hookers on my back cause I'm selling them cheap goods Floating through the motherfucking alleyway They can't catch Violent-Crazy-Ass-Psychopath J But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time Now I'm chilling in the back of Car 49 You ask why I'm gripping 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 them motherfuckers, make them 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 some bitch behind you Killed two birds with one stone You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome And to them hillbillies listening down South Talk shit about the city, with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing 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 [HOOK #1] Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home [DIALOGUE OVER HOOK] "Ah, for Christ's sake!" "Ah, you don't talk about that garbage out 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 bullshit." "Your problems don't concern us." "Go home now, well go on!" [HOOK #1] Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home The cops just don't know what to do (x4) [VERSE 2: VIOLENT J] Jumpsteady, Rude Boy, and the BSR They got my back, O.G., you won't make it far I got my nine in my gut and it's starting to hurt Where can you keep a gat wearing Skidz and a t-shirt? Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto thug Fiends on the sack cause I'm booming that crack "I know you heard aloud what J said" When I told you that I sold to your bitch, that basehead 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 motherfucking cop Sitting with his fat ass in a donut shop At the party when the ICP shows their 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 Cops always beating on someone Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run And the motherfucking Black Panthers know it That's why some cops now that are catching a bullet I'm running, I'm running, we'll end the chase When Jumpsteady puts his gauge in your motherfucking face Mind your own In the Southwest Ghetto Zone [INTERLUDE: 2 DOPE] "Hey yo, G!" "Man who the fuck you think you are, man?" "You know who you're fucking with?" "The I-C motherfucking P, G!" "So if I was you I'd step the fuck off before you get shot, boy!" "Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers!" "Yeah, G! See what I'm saying?" "Now what's up with that shit?" [HOOK #2] Come to Del Ray, a driveby ain't shit The cops just don't know what to do (x4) [DIALOGUE SAMPLES] "These are my homeboys, vato." "See, our homies here is all we have, man." "I love them." "They love me back, man." "We barrio." [VERSE 3: VIOLENT J] So I guess I'm a bad guy Cause I cuss a lot, I say "fuck" a lot And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling When I'm in the old spot, sit up and we wheeling Through Delray, call it Hellray It's where the ICP stay ("Yo J!") And the forces that always talk shit get beat And if I'm outnumbered I gots a gauge in the backseat Cause when I'm feeling like a mack dad In the trunk of my ride I got weapons that I never had A thousand motherfuckers in the back make the car sag Ronny's fat ass makes the whole damn muffler drag Rapping to a sack chasing hottie I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Maserati Ever sell out to a freak ("Fuck no!") That why I'll tell you that I love to box with a ho When the check comes I ignore it And the bitch is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it I gave the ho an empty 12-pack Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back That's all I'll pay for bitch, now get the fuck on ho Stick around I got something you can suck on ho Violent J won't be ganked By no nappy headed, barefooted, crackheaded sewer skank You gotta handle your own In the Southwest Ghetto Zone [HOOK #3: VARIOUS SAMPLES] [OUTRO: VIOLENT J] 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 [DIALOGUE SAMPLES]