Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) - Violent Crimes lyrics

* later known as the Insane Clown Posse Violent Crimes of the ICP Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud a** resident I got more boys than the motha f**in president Watchin my back through jack leadin jack Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked By 14 of the hottest motha f**as on the water bed ICP f** a microglycerine I'll let his backbone pry out his motha f**in throat Come across to Detroit throw your a** in a moat Yo Homeboy you know your in effect But what about the crimes you ain't 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 f**a 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 f** about another f**ers 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 sh** 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 sh**y a** 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 f**in your who*e 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 f**in 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 f**in 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 s**er try to say maybe Rude Boy, aww sh** J tell 'em HP watchin verner boys swellin Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew What the f** 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 f** you and your mothers a who*e 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 f**in it up D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin With what ya put out cuz your sh** is bumpin Man HP's over there in that car Before we f** '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 sh** I'll be the first to get with it Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute They ain't sh** they finna fill me with lead Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed Now I'm ready to whip some a** Cuz in Detroit we don't play that Hand me a bat