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1. _ 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
Cuz 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 cuz 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
Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay
Bow-wow yippie yo yippie ya
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 cuz 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 (3x)
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
Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay
Bow-wow yippie yo yippie yabr
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2. _ Life At Risk
Waking up to a little baby crying
Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying
It's nine in the morning and he's drunk
One day, i feel that i'm gonna shoot that punk
My bitch laying next to me in the bed
I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead
The only honor in my life is my rag
Without it, zip me up in a body bag
Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four
Take the money-back bottles and head for the store
My neighborhood your life is a dare
Cuz there's factories pumping out black air
And i'm breathing this shit everyday
Living crazy, cuz i'm dying anyway
I see this tramp hangin under the bridge
I tell her go home and watch her kids
You listen to them cry and sob
Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job
See my homies hanging at the liquor store
40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor
They say my friends'll never be any good
But the president wouldn't of been shit
If he was raised in my neighborhood
My friends say the same old shit
The southwest side have a hit on me
I guess everyone's seen it
When i slammed johnny's head into the cement
It started all this crazy shit
And now we never set out without a loaded clip
And we headed up to the dunk rim
Little boys on the court so we punked them out
And i was thinking of my brother
When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers
Now i'm standing in the bad guys shoes
Payin' my dues
And i don't have no where 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 and fry his brain
Fuck no, i push him out the way
Cuz that sad motherfucker got shit to say
My homie was known for the mackin
Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin
And i'm thinkin that i'm next to go
What the fuck i already live on death row
So many out there want me
Everybody 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
That's in the past now, i ain't soft
Daddy hits me today and i'm a blow his fuckin head off
For now the bullets close but miss
Livin my life at a risk
You know, j, man, you're right
Too many motherfuckers out there are fake
People need to understand
That if you get hit enough times
Then you start hitting back
All we are are pawns in the game board
And if this is the way everyone's playin' it
So be it, motherfuckers
Count us in
But the icp is playin for keeps
Mackin is a game and everybody's playin
Are you the one gettin played like a sucker
I think i liked it better when i was a kid
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3. _ Wizard Of The Hood
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Interlude (contains samples from "wizard of oz" and "ghetto zone")
Well, go on motherfucker!
Now i'm roaming just like basshead
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
***gunshots***
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 .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x)
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 (yeah)
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz i know they'll laugh at my drunk ass
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