Pholosify and music, thats my category    Hip-Hop thungs in the ghetto teritory    My story is cold but it must be told    Started out with the very first man I rolled    A party store owner, became a blood doner    Donated some blood to a delly street corner    I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin    It was grand master sin but I'll do it again    Prostetutes want loot so they can shot up    haha, whats goin up is the end of my boot bitch    Right up your ass if you try and confront me    Try and comfort me you lie in my trunky    Pick you up down river, you never should quiver    Deliver cap peeler dump your ass in the river    I kill prostetutes just to whore I can whore    Violent dribbles say man I'm in the Ghetto teritory    My days away of well bred disbeliefers are on there death beds    My teritory is what you vacate    The relm is mine so let me say that    This is a play that goes without sayin    A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective    Break it down to some intelligence B    Aight    Breakin it down till dawn    Cuz your warshiping the ground I walk upon    Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth    Like an egection of steroids pumpin juice    Lets return to a condition thats critical    As I give a dose of me, the Lyrical    So when I step to the door    It better be me you had a ration for    Felt the violence now feel intelligence    Pleed the 5th, the case is irelivent    In the croud is who will persue    Whatever it takes, that what I'll do    Cuz I'm a push over when it comes to a gathering    Grab a mic, and make it start happening    Break through from the ghetto to bring you this    Punk didn't you know, I never miss    I bout urenin to be hype    If you get what I'm sayin, then your my type    Don't worry, cuz I won't neglect    Inner City Posse is in effect    Why don't ya kick a little violence J    Street gang so we bang sweet hours we hang    Occupasion gang population ghetto thang    Educatin make a facial was too much for me    No smarter pushin cards at the A.M.P.    Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage    Hopin saw once more hey make front page    To survive detroit on average pay    Some choose to abuse to live this way    Projects come home in the ghetto zone    Don't man they pass who never roam    Iron hand over land stand proud down town    Mile away in delray a dead boy is found    Situation in our hands pumpin out a free story    Corection start killin from the ghetto teritory