| 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 motherfucking alleyway
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| They can’t catch violent crazy-ass psychopath j 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 motherfuckers 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 Go home now, well go on Southwest detroit is condemned one’s home
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| The cops just don’t know what to do 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 motherfucking 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 fuck 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 motherfucking black panthers know it 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 motherfuckin face
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| Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone
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| Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you think you are, man?
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| You know who you’re fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g Why don’t you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy
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| Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers
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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 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 «fuck"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 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 motherfucker 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, fuck 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 bitch is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it 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 fuck on ho Stick around i got something you can suck on ho 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 Icp
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| They got uzis, they got shotguns
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| They got explosives |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Zone , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album The Old Shit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп