(feat. Esham)    [Intro: Violent J]    The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold  We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long  And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others  We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance   For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood  And give them a taste of the same  And when we kill the governments children   And the streets smell of death  maybe then we will see our situation in a new light  And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings    [Verse one: Violent J]    Heard whats going on in the free world  Broke out the asylum and killed a girl  Just ta warm u, just to get it on  Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn  Can't nobody get me  I've always been a psycho now they coming with me  That's straight when we team up   cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut  Look in my brain its fucking insane  roll around naked in the acid rain  Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka  Now we killing you instead of killing each other  Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth  Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out  My list are strong its only a saw  The government fronts like they dont know what is going on  Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands  Cut ya down cat, cut ya down  Cause i know the rich go jogging  And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging  About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes  But ya keep the killer in one place,  But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!    [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]    (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)  {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}  {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}  (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)  (And ya calling me a homeless hobo,  while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo)  {Snipe ya in the head from a tower,  or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}  {Finally catch ya on the block,  take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}  (Who ya fucking wit governer E?   Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)  {Then swing ya by ya foot}  {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch}  (Stroll to the banquet party)  {Drank all they brew}  (Then shot everybody)  (They set it up wrong,   created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long)  {Thought we'd kill each other off,   didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}  (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face)  ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})    [Verse three: Jump Steady]    In Detroit doing time, time being done  Without not another solution  Without nothing but wicked men  How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years  Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear  Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this  Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist  Raised in the crime with nothing to eat  So my natural instincts to kill in the street  Im going to war and i sent you caution  JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing  (Take it, Take it farther, take it far)  Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are  Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war  Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for  Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded  Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon  And save a human life or two  End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew  ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes  (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)  I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change  On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage  What ya gonna do if i show up at your place  Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste    [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham]    Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste  So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace  Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream  Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream  Everyday thang, thank it to ya  Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked  Begging for money, acting like he know ya  Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya  Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked  (come up wit it bitch)  Now ya dont know how to act  But that's the life and the experience of a mother  Happends everyday, one another the other  But the suburb living is high class  With a high class leather city trade with ya ass  And show ya the rough times  Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime  And bitches working the pike for dough  Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow  And i hear ya making fun of that...  ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats  It's time for you to crack some necks  And if they dont know now, show them what to expect  Cause it dont matter the race or the place  Capitol E giving the inner city Taste    [Interlude: Violent J]    Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills  I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood    [Verse five: Esham]    Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D  Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german   And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can  Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha  If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya  The black devil, that devil ya dont know  Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe  Hey man do you know my name?    [Esham]  Im down with notics, nuts on train  So give me mine cause it aint about black or white  It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night  I burn a cross in ya fucking face  Now homicide's got a new case  So give me a taste