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Ghetto Zone Wizard of the Hood Life At Risk Dogbeats
Wizard
of the Hood
One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say "fuck
yeah" to Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit,
homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a
fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans
of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo With
my dope posse, hear comes a tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause
the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) And don't
laugh just yet And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes
a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy
limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cause this midget motherfucker and
his boys are stepping "Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and
killed that wicked old bitch" And they saying that I'm doomed Cause I
killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to
where I stay And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway Well, go on
motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basehead Everybody know just
where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo,
there go the scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I
whip out the nigger play the double-four Best tell my ass how to get
back Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the
wizard? Fuck yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you
You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a
'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on
bricks Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks Thinking, damn,
this ain't how the movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there
go the tin man How to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying
shit until you oil me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil
me up with a forty of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man
was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on
our way to see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow"
(Shut the) fuck up, bitch Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the
southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up
and you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the
motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book
tourist Gripping that forty-four we coming up to the forest Anything
could be out there Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and
theives, oh my Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my Hoods and
hoodlums and theives, oh my I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet
guarenteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying You've
come and buck with the fucking lion I want rings, chains, any kind of
gold Or what? Or I'm a let this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back
to Del Ray There you can rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes,
whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball
game So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no
hastle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they
know of Violent J Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? Violent Psychopath J I wanna word with him at gun
point Cause there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards
kingdom The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said Welcome to the wizards
kingdom Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you
ain't shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin
Man, don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit
bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his
fucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cause the Tin Man was
dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the
fellas went home macking Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo
says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got
up and was finning to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cause I
know they'll laugh at my drunk ass BACK
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Life
at Risk
Wakin up Hear a little baby cryin Mom's cryin cause pop's got his
fists flyin 9 in the morning and he's drunk One day I feel that Im
gonna shoot that punk A bitch layin next me in the bed I honestly
don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead The only honor in my life is my
rag Without it zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded 44
Take the money back bottles and head to the store In my neighborhood
your life is a dare Cause there's factories pumpin out black air And
Im breathin this shit everyday Livin crazy cause Im dyin anyway I see
this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her
kids You listen em cry and sob Take your sorry ass out and find a
mother fuckin job See my homies hangin down by the liquor store 40's
and their cash dice rollin on the floor They say my friends will
never be any good But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised
in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The Southwest
Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me I guess everyone seen it When I
slammed Jonny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit
Now we never set out with out a loaded clip And he we headed up to
the dope rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out When he
was pushe off the court He wanted to kill them fuckers Now Im standin
in the bad guys shoes Payin my dues And I don't have anywhere to be
Just another street hood in the inner-city And a man is gonna ask for
some change Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains Fuck No I
push him out the way Cause that sad mother fucker ain't got shit to
say My homie was known for mackin Now they got him doin 10 for car
jackin And Im thinkin that Im next to go What the fuck Im already
livin Death Row So many out there want me dead Everbody wants to put
a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone
alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about? Come home late
and daddy blow your mouth out Thats in the past now Im ain't soft
Daddy hits me today and Im gonna blow his fuckin head off The bullets
were close but missed Live My Life At A Risk You Know J Man You're
Right Too many mother fuckers out there are fake People need to
understand that if you get hit enough times Then you start hittin
back All we are is pawns on a gameboard And if this is the way
everybody's playin Then count us in But the ICP is playin for keeps I
think I liked it better when I was a kid BACK
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Dog
Beats
Inner City Posse got the dog beats ICP, we got the dog beats No, you
don't stop with the funk from the old days Startin on your head as
the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the dog beats Inner City Posse and
we playin for keeps And I know that you likin this funk Cause I can
hear my voice comin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a
sucker You leave it unattended I'm a take the mother Two to the do,
to the OPE Hitting 03 with the ICP I like bass treble and the temp
stuff Throw, kick it in the back of a Seventy Bus With that 40 oz, or
that strong bull Shooting craps in the back of the liquor store And
I'm hitting and we'll keep it at that You out, Joe, no, I'm TOO DOPE
for that Rollin and I'm headed for the Clark Park Just finished
shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright Weight
tank top Keep rolling cause I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy, if
you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them mo' money
Trucks to the buckers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dog Beats
Street lights blaring out the windshield Man, cold ceggers on the
general wheels Six pack in the back and I'm drowsin Keep the sounds
up if I escape 1000 2 Dope gotta kick his own style Homemade kicker
box for the ICP Make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop
Inner City Posse got a bad rep Like my man on the crutches took a big
step And I can't stand a neighborhood menace So I slow chill like
Rockie Dennis Bass in the car somethin stack I know you hear me
boomin in Pontiac Everyone's braver when the bass rock So I got a
little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with a white rag 40
cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate the Mack
Chillin by my side cause my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous
just think for a minute Sold a car radio and the tape was in it
Sounds bring a life to the streets The ICP got the Dog Beats Inner
City Posse got the dog beats Waitin at the light as my bass thumps
And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point they wave they
stare they look I been jocked so hard, I could write a book Violent J
down with the pimp daddys Violent J down with the pimp daddys Violent
J down with the pimp daddys Smooth plush rides in a velvet Caddy All
the way live down to Jefferson Inner City Posse got the best of them
Rewind your tape and your system eat Inner City Posse
got
the Dog Beats
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