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