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Isabelle Boulay - "Ghetto Zone"
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
You know its potent when the funky-ass beat hit
Rolling the dice and wes hittin point
ICP out of southwest Detroit
Running with a gang of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back cuz Im selling them cheap goods
Looking through the motherfucking alleyway
They cant catch Violent crazy-ass psychopath J
But I guess I wasnt so crazy this time
Now Im chillin in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin that metal
They put a man on the moon, but cant do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers 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 Im a find you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you
Killed two birds with one stone
Youre laying in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those hillbillies listening down south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wifes mouth
And keep stringing on your banjo
Cuz we dont like that shit were we come from, bro
Now the ICP stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone
Ah, for Christs sake
Ah, you dont talk about that garbage here
Thats 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 dont concern us
Go home now, well go on
Southwest Detroit is condemned ones home
The cops just dont know what to do
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and the PSR
They got my back, O.G., you wont make it far
I got my nine at my gut and its startin to hurt
Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now Im roaming like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac cuz Im booming that crack
I know you heard aloud what J said
When I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you cant argue with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, youre gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a motherfucking cop
Sittin with his fat ass in a donut shop
At the party where the ICP shows take face
Billy throws the handcuffs all over the place
"Were here to protect and protect we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you
Cops are always beatin on someone
Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black panthers know it
Thats why some cops now are catching a bullet
Im runnin, Im runnin, well end the chase
When Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone
Hey, yo, G, who the fuck do you think you are, man?
You know who youre fucking with the IC motherfuckin P, G
Why dont you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers
Yea, G, see what Im saying, now whats up with that shit
Come to Del Ray and drive by in shit
The cops just dont 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 Im a bad guy
Cuz I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to tell you how Im feeling
When Im in the old spot sit and we reeling
Through Del Ray, call it Hell Ray
Its where ICP stay, yo G
And the forces that always talk shit get beat
And if Im 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 Id a never had
A thousand motherfucker in the back make the car saw
Rodneys fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin to a sac-chasing Heidi
I told the bitch I aint never even seen a Mazaratti
Ever sell out to a freak, fuck no
That why Ill tell ya Ill never end up in a box for
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