Insane Clown Posse - Ghetto Zone lyrics

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 servin' ghetto hard street shit
You know it's potent when
The funky-ass beat hit's
Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point
("ICP!") out of Southwest Detroit
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods
Hookers on my back
'cause I'm sellin' them cheap goods
Lookin' 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 chillin' in the back of Car 49
You ask why I'm grippin' 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 'em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with
A God damn stop sign
Flex one of us and I'ma find you
Bullet rips through your chest and
Hit's a bitch behind you
Killed two birds with one stone
You're layin' 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

Southwest Detroit, this demented one's home
"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"
Southwest Detroit, this demented one's home
"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!"

Southwest Detroit
This demented one's home's home
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Southwest Detroit
This demented one's home's home
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Southwest Detroit
This demented one's home's home
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Southwest Detroit
This demented one's home's home
"The cops just don't know what to do"

Jumpsteady, Rude Boy, and the BSR
They got my back, OG, you won't make it far
I got my nine in my gut
And it's startin' to hurt
Where can you keep a gat
Wearing Skidz and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roamin' 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 mother fuckin' 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 beatin' on someone
Shot a mute in the back
He told him not to run
And the mother fuckin' Black Panthers know it
That's why it's 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 mother fucking face mind your own
In the Southwest Ghetto Zone

Hey yo, G!
Man, who the fuck you think you are, man?
You know who you're fuckin' with?
The IC motherfucking P, G!
So if I was you, I'd step the
Fuck off before you get shot, boy
Keep runnin' your lips
See what happens mother fucker
Yeah, G! See what I'm saying, though?
Now what's up with that shit?

Come to Delray, a driveby ain't shit
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Come to Delray, a driveby ain't shit
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Come to Delray, a driveby ain't shit
"The cops just don't know what to do"
Come to Delray, a driveby ain't shit
"The cops just don't know what to do"

"These are my homeboys, vato"
"See, our homies here is all we have, man"
"I love them" "They love me back, man"
"We barrio"

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 feelin'
When I'm in the old spot
Sit up and we wheelin'
Through Delray, call it Hellray
It's where the ICP stay ("Yo J!")
And the fools 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 mother fuckers in the
Back make the car sag
Rodney's fat ass makes the
Whole damn muffler drag
Rappin' to a sack-chasin' 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 fuckin' 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, bare-footed
Crack headed sewer skank
You gotta handle your own
In the Southwest Ghetto Zone

"The cops just don't know what to do"
("yeah") " destruction"
"The cops just don't know what to do" ("ICP")
"The cops just don't know what to do"
" destruction"
"The cops just don't know what to do"

And to all the sects
Running in Southwest Detroit
Good luck and stay strong latin Counts
Young Guns cFP
X-men to the Cobras
And DT iCP

They got Uzis they got shotguns
They got explosives they got shotguns
They got Uzis they got shotguns
They got explosives they got shotguns
They got Uzis they got shotguns
They got explosives they got shotguns
They got Uzis they got shotguns
They got explosives they got shotguns
They got Uzis