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