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  1. Ghetto Zone
  2. Wizard Of The Hood
  3. Life At Risk
  4. Dog Beats


  1. Ghetto Zone
    Violent J servin ghetto heart street shit
    You know its potent when the funky ass beats hit
    Rollin my dice and we hittin point
    ICP outta SothWest Detroit
    Runnin with a gang of 20 street hoods
    Fuckers on my back casue Im sellin those cheap goods
    Runnin Through the Mother Fuckin Alley Way
    They know they can't catch Violent Crazy-Ass Psychopath J
    But I guess I wasnt so crazy this time
    Cause Im chillin in the back of Car 49
    Thats why I'm grippin that metal
    They put a man on the moon but can't do shit for the ghetto
    Lookin at all that and it makes me sick
    I wanna grab the mother fuckers and make em swallow a brick
    So I grab anybody I can find
    Then I beat em in the head
    Beat em in the head with a god damn stop sign
    Fuck with one of us and Im gonna find you
    Im gonna rip through your chest and hit the bitch behind you
    Kill two birds with one stone
    You layin in the street with a bullet in your dome
    And to the hillbillies listenin down South
    Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
    Keep stringin 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

    Yo Steady, Rude Boy in a PSR
    They got my back OG you won't make it far
    I got my nine in my gut and its startin to hurt
    Where can you keep a gatt wearin skins and a T-Shirt
    Now Im rollin like a true ghetto thug
    Fingers on my sac Cause Im boomin that crap
    I know your gonna allow what J said
    When I told you I sold to your bitch that bass head
    No, You can't argue wuth the truth
    If I hit you in your mouth you're gonna spit out a tooth
    And I laugh at a motherfuckin cop
    Sittin his fat ass in a donut shop
    At a party when the ICP shows they're face
    Billy Clubs and Hand Cuffs all over the place
    Were here to protect and Protect we do
    Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you
    Cops always beatin on someone
    Shot him in the back and told him not to run
    And the motherfuckin Balck Panthers know it
    Thats why some cops now are catchin the bullets
    Im runnin out of ammo well end the chase
    Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
    Gotta Find Your Own
    In The SouthWest Ghetto Zone

    So I guess Im a bad guy
    Cause I Cuss a lot
    Say Fuck a lot
    And I rap to tell you how Im feelin
    When Im in Olds, Spice it up and we reelin
    Through Del Rey
    Go To Hell Rey
    Its were the ICP stay
    And the fucks that always talk shit get beat
    And if im outnumbered I got a gauge in the back seat
    Cause when Im fellin like a mack dad
    In the trunk of my ride I got weapons that I never had
    Thousand motherfuckers in the back make the car sag
    Rodney's fat ass makes the god damn muffler drag
    Rappin to sexy hotties
    Told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazzaratti
    Ever sell out to a freak? FUCK NO
    Thats why I tell you I love to box with a hoe
    When a jack comes I ignore it
    And the bitch is gonna ask me to fuckin pay for it
    I gave the hoe an empty twelve pack
    Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back
    Thats all Ill pay for bitch now get the fuck out
    Hoe stick around and I got somethin you can suck on
    Hoe Violent J won't be ganked
    By now Id be with a bare footed sewer skank
    You gotta Handle your own
    In The SouthWest Ghetto Zone

    ICP
    And to all the sets runnin in SoutWest Detroit Good Luck and Stay Strong
    Latin Counts
    Young Guns
    CFP
    X-Men
    To The Cobras
    ICP
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  2. Wizard of the Hood
    One time, the ICP with this shit
    For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
    Yo, J, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
    Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck

    Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
    I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
    Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
    With seven cans of brew going through my head
    Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
    In my dope house, here comes a tornado
    Huh, I can't run no where
    Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air
    And don't laugh just yet
    "And it bland yo mutha fuckin eyes" bet
    And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
    With a blue zoot suit and a mack daddy limp
    Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
    Cuz this midget mutha fucker and his boys are steppin
    "Oh my, look at the witch
    You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
    And they saying that I'm doomed
    Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
    Fuck this, I'm goin back to where I stay
    And I walking down the yellow brick alley way

    Well, go on mutha fucka!
    Now I'm roaming just like basehead
    Everybody know just where the alley led
    And don't say you don't know
    Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
    I ain't playing this bullshit no more
    So I whip out the nickel plated double-four
    Best tell my ass how to get back
    Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head
    "You wanna see the wizard?"
    Fuck yeah, I do
    "Get me off this pole and I'll come with you"
    You know the wiz?
    "Yeah, I used to roll for him
    Then he gave me on a 'g
    Now I gotta bullet for him"
    So me and the crow was walking on bricks
    Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
    Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
    I ain't seen one mutha fuckin rainbow
    Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
    Just what you thought, there go the tin man
    How to get to the wizard?
    What the fuck
    I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
    I don't see any mutha fuckin oil, bro
    Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
    just like the book said
    Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead
    Old-ass rusted out metal
    But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto

    Somewhere over the rainbow
    Fuck up bitch
    Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho
    This is the southwest mutha fuckin ghetto zone, bitch
    So pick your skank ass up
    And you and Toto get the fuck on

    Yeah, we've come a long way
    Dropin mutha fuckas all the way to Del Ray
    And I'm a wonder land story book tourist
    Gripping that 44 we coming up to the forest
    Anything could be out there
    Lions, tigers, and e a bear
    Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my
    Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my
    Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my
    I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
    Don't fuck with me at a time like this
    I'll send out a bullet guaranteed won't miss
    So I just move and the hooks are flying
    You've come and buck with the fucking lion
    I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
    Or what?
    Or I'm a let this nine unfold
    Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray
    There you can rob mutha fuckas every day
    Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
    Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game
    So finally we was at the castle
    And with the guards, we got no hastle
    They all just got the fuck out our way
    I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J

    Yo, where's the mutha fuckin wizard stay
    Who wants to know? Violent psychopath J
    I wanna word with him at gun point
    Cuz there's no place like Detroit

    Welcome to the wizards kingdom
    The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said
    Welcome to the wizards kingdom
    Sorry, muthafucka, this is where you'll stay
    Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
    And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
    TinMan, don't take me for a sucker
    I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, muthafucka

    We let it rain,
    Servin out slugs to his mutha fucking brain
    Then I stepped back cool and calm
    Cuz the TinMan was dropping cluster bombs
    Everybody know about car jacking
    So me and the fellas went home macking
    Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
    Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side
    Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
    And that shit was fun
    Next thing I knew I was back at the party
    Got up and was fina to tell everybody
    But I just let it pass
    Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass
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  3. Life At Risk
    Wakin up
    Hear a little baby cryin
    Mom's cryin cause pop's got his fists flyin
    9 in the morning and he's drunk
    One day I feel that Im gonna shoot that punk
    A bitch layin next me in the bed
    I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead
    The only honor in my life is my rag
    Without it zip me up in a body bag
    Grab my brother's unloaded 44
    Take the money back bottles and head to the store
    In my neighborhood your life is a dare
    Cause there's factories pumpin out black air
    And Im breathin this shit everyday
    Livin crazy cause Im dyin anyway
    I see this tramp hangin under the bridge
    I tell her go home and watch her kids
    You listen em cry and sob
    Take your sorry ass out and find a mother fuckin job
    See my homies hangin down by the liquor store
    40's and their cash dice rollin on the floor
    They say my friends will never be any good
    But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised in my neighborhood
    My friends say the same old shit
    The Southwest Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me
    I guess everyone seen it
    When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement
    It started all this crazy shit
    Now we never set out with out a loaded clip
    And he we headed up to the dope rim
    Little boys on the court so we punked them out
    When he was pushe off the court
    He wanted to kill them fuckers
    Now Im standin in the bad guys shoes
    Payin my dues
    And I don't have anywhere to be
    Just another street hood in the inner-city
    And a man is gonna ask for some change
    Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains
    Fuck No I push him out the way
    Cause that sad mother fucker ain't got shit to say
    My homie was known for mackin
    Now they got him doin 10 for car jackin
    And Im thinkin that Im next to go
    What the fuck Im already livin Death Row
    So many out there want me dead
    Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head
    But I don't give a fuck if I die today
    Everyone alive is gonna die anyway
    What the fuck is life about?
    Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out
    Thats in the past now Im ain't soft
    Daddy hits me today and Im gonna blow his fuckin head off
    The bullets were close but missed
    Live My Life At A Risk

    You Know J Man You're Right
    Too many mother fuckers out there are fake
    People need to understand that if you get hit enough times
    Then you start hittin back
    All we are is pawns on a gameboard
    And if this is the way everybody's playin
    Then count us in
    But the ICP is playin for keeps

    I think I liked it better when I was a kid
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  4. Dog Beats
    Yeah what you need?
    Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh
    No fries
    Excuse me?
    No fries man
    Oh, well must be out then
    All right then give me a large double slam and...
    Nope
    What? Can't do it
    Why not?
    No meat
    No meat?
    No meat man damn
    All right then, I'll take a salad then
    Better grow yourself one
    What's that?
    We aint got no damn salad man!
    Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
    We got the Dogbeats
    Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
    Yup
    All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then
    Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
    ICP we got the Dogbeats

    Now you don't stop with the funk from the old days
    Start on your head as the beat plays
    Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats
    Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps
    And I know you likin' this funk
    Cuz I can hear my voice comin out the trunk
    Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
    You leave it unattended I'm a take the mutha (Ooooo)

    2 to the D to the o-p-e
    Hittin 0-3 with the ICP
    I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff
    Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus
    With that 40-O
    Or that Straw Bull
    Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store
    And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
    "You out Joe?"
    No, I'm too dope for that

    Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
    Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
    Seen the freak with the bright white tank top
    Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop
    Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches
    Stay the hell away from them mo' money
    From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps
    The ICP has got the Dogbeats

    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yay
    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yay (4x)

    Street lights glearin off the windshield
    Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
    6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin
    Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand

    2 Dope gotta keep his own style

    Home made kicken box 4 tendance ICP make the whole car hop
    When we let the bass drop

    Inner City Posse's got the bad rep
    Like my man on the crutches took a big step
    And I can't stand the neighborhood menace
    So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise
    Bass in the car somethin stacks
    I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs
    Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
    So I got a little somethin in the glovebox

    Long black hair with the white rag
    40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
    Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
    Chillin by my side cuz my Posse's stacked
    I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute
    Stole the car radio and my tape was in it
    Sounds bringin life to the streets
    The ICP got the Dogbeats

    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yay
    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yay (4x)
    Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x)
    Is in the house

    Waitin at the light as my bass thumps
    And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps
    They point, they wave, they stare, they look
    I been jocked so hard I could write a book

    Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x)
    Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's

    All the way live down Jefferson
    Inner City Posse's got the best of them
    When the tape and your system meet
    ICP has got the Dogbeats

    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yay
    Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yay (4x)
    Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats
    ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x)
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