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Dog Beats
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
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
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
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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