Violent Crimes of the ICP    Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly    The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident    I got more boys than the motha fuckin president    Watchin my back through jack leadin jack    Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked    By 14 of the hottest motha fuckas on the water bed    ICP fuck a microglycerine    I'll let his backbone pry out his motha fuckin throat    Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat    Yo Homeboy you know your in effect    But what about the crimes you aint kicked none yet    On the ramed out streets of the inner city Delray    There once lived a little boy named Violent J    Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of    When he hit 13, motha fucka when violent    Took along yo the crimes that I done    People must understand it wasn't just for fun    When your cold at night and theres nothin to eat    You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed    Growin up stonger one next to me    With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee    Hangin at the stadium just talkin and swearin    Punk walk by laughin at what I was wearin    Prince born walkin around with silver spoons in his mouth    My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out    Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house    Leanin against his old's drinkin 40's with clouds    Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key    They took it all and left 'em in his BVD's    2 Much and 2 Dope got boomin rides    Took your amp took your tookin snick by nine    Try to told 'em between us and your fresh seet to    Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you    Kid Villian the hustla took the whole damn ride    Didn't notice your girl was still sittin inside    She stayed in the car while you ran in the store    Kid plucked your car and ended up fuckin your whore    Q-Tip look through your window on a monday night    Took your couch big jar everything in site    Sold 'em all for gold cuz my boys are swingin    Stole your mothers raidy rade off her motha fuckin finger    Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim    And the village men wonder why he been gettin so slim    Now he steals from you so at night your lockin    And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocket    D-Lyrical like a cat sneaks up from behind    Check nine to your spine is what your able to find    That pile yo is cool and calm    That rope around your neck winds up in a pile    Don Juan goes back just askin the fool    Spent more time in jail, then you spent in school    In the LA roles just go make a deal    Stole your little snitches mother fuckin tranin wheels    Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D    Got more freaks then a skater got teeth    But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river    Can in one had with one to hold the liver    Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew    Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue    So battery had to be done to an HP    Simple plan its all so the sucker try to say maybe    Rude Boy, aww shit J tell 'em    HP watchin verner boys swellin    Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew    What the fuck can you do?    The playable unstopable ICP    Boy you can't fade me    Your game is too tuff is what you say    ICP stands for I Can Play    Any game set up by a barn yard hit    Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click    So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for    Fuck you and your mothers a whore    I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boyz    And you down with Violent J if your playin my noise    Yo J you know your cold fuckin it up    D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt    Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin    With what ya put out cuz your shit is bumpin    Man HP's over there in that car    Before we fuck 'em up lets tell 'em who they are    Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs    Ain't down with gang bangin only down with milkin cows    Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it    Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute    They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead    Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed    Now I'm ready to whip some ass    Cuz in Detroit we don't play that    Hand me a bat