2 - Wizard Of The Hood

One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, J, 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, here comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air
And don't laugh just yet
"And it bland yo muthafuckin eyes" bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoot suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
Cause this midget muthafucker and his boys are steppin
"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 hoe that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm goin back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alley way
Well, go on mutha fucka!
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 goes the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So I whip out the nickel plated 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, I used to roll for him
Then he gave me on a 'g
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 muthafuckin' 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 mutha fuckin oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
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, hoe
This is the southwest muthafuckin' ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and Toto get the fuck on
Yeah, we've come a long way
Dropin' muthafuckas 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, and 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, guaranteed 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 muthafuckas every 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
Yo, where's the muthafuckin 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 wizard's kingdom
The wizard of the ghetto as it's said
Welcome to the wizard's kingdom
Sorry, muthafucka, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
TinMan, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up. and spit bullets out, muthafucka
We let it rain,
Servin' out slugs to his muthafucking brain
Then I stepped back cool and calm
Cause the TinMan 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 fina to tell everybody
But I just let it pass
Cause I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

 

 

 

 

3 - 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 I'm 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 I'm breathin' this shit everyday
Livin' crazy cause I'm 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 motherfuckin' 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 we headed up to the dope rim
Little boys on the court so we punked them out
When he was pushed off the court
He wanted to kill them fuckers
Now I'm 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 motherfucker ain't got shit to say
My homie was known for mackin'
Now they got him doin' 10 for car jackin'
And I'm thinkin' that I'm next to go
What the fuck, I'm 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
That's in the past now, I ain't soft
Daddy hits me today and I'm 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 motherfuckers 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

 

 

 

 

4 - Dog Beats

Yeah, what you need?
Yeah, let me get a large order of fries and uh..
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What?
Can't do it
Why not?
No meat?
No meat man, damn
Alright then, I'll take a salad then...
Better grow yourself one
What's that?
We ain't got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah, the Dogbeats huh?
Yup
Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't, stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your head, as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats
Inner City Posse and were playin' for keeps
And I know you likin' this funk
Cause I can hear my voice commin' out your trunk
Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
You leavin' unattended, I'm a take the muthafucker
2 to the D to the o-p-e
Hittin' 03 with the ICP
I like bass, treble, and the test up
Throw kick it in the back of a Sector Bus
With that 40-O, or that's trouble
Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store
And I'm hittin', and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that
Rollin' and I'm headin' for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin' 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright white tank top
Keep rollin' cause I know I'll see my bank drop
Homeboy if you want to keep your riches
Stay the hell away from them more money
From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps
The ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-Yeah (4x)
Street lights glearin' off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand
2 Dope gotta keep his own style
Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse
ICP make the whole car hop
When we let the bass drop
Inner Citty Posse's got the bad rep
Like my man on the cruches took a big step
And I can't stand the neighborhood menace
So I swell his chin like Rocky Denice
Bass in the car somethin' stacks
I now hear me roamin' them Pontiacs
Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
So I got a little somethin' in the glovebox
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen' by my side, cause my Posse's stacked
I know I'm gettin famous, just think for a minute
Stole the car radio and my tape was in it
Sounds bringin' life to the streets
The ICP got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-Yeah (4x)
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (3x)
Is in the house
Waiten' 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 daddy's (3x)
Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddy's
All the way live down Jefferson
Inner City Posse's got the best of them
With a tape and your system beat
ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yippy-yo Yippy-Yeah (4x)
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x)