Ghetto Zone Lyrics - Forgotten Freshness - Insane Clown Posse

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 it's potent when the funky-ass beat hit 

Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point 

Icp out of southwest detroit 

Running with a gang of 20 street hoods 

Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling them cheap goods 

Looking 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 

Yes, rhyme 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 goddamn stop sign 

Flex one of us and I'm a find you 

Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you 

Killed two birds with one stone 

You're 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 wife's mouth 

And keep stringing on your banjo 

'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro 

Now the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone 

Ah, for christ's sake 

Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here 

That's 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 don't concern us 

Go home now, well go on 

Southwest detroit is condemned one's home 

The cops just don't know what to do 

Jump steady, rude boy, and the psr 

They got my back, o.g., you won't make it far 

I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt 

Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt? 

Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto thug 

Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm 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 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 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 

"we're 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 

That's why some cops now are catching a bullet 

I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll 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 you're fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g 

Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy 

Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers 

Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that shit 

Come to del ray and drive by in shit 

The cops just don't 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 I'm a bad guy 

'cause I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot 

And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling 

When I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling 

Through del ray, call it hell ray 

It's where icp stay, yo g 

And the forces that always talk shit get beat 

And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat 

'cause if I feel I am mack dead 

In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a never had 

A thousand motherfucker in the back make the car saw 

Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag 

Rappin to a sac-chasing heidi 

I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a mazaratti 

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 

Take your ass to the store and bring some faygo back 

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 

By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skank 

You gotta handle your own 

In the southwest ghetto zone 

Icp 

And to all the sets 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