"Violent Crimes" lyrics
Inner City Posse Lyrics
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
(Violent Crimes of the ICP)
(Yo J, take it away homeboy, lyrically)
The ghetto, yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident
I got more boys than the motherfuckin president
Watchin my back through jack leadin jack
Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest motherfuckers on the water bed
(ICP) fuckin' nitroglycerine
I'll let his backbone pry out his motherfuckin throat
Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat
(Yo Homeboy, you know you're in effect)
(But what about the crimes, you ain't kicked none yet)
On the rammed 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, motherfucker went violent
Took along yo the crimes that I done
People must understand it wasn't just for fun
When you're cold at night and there's nothin to eat
You can give a fuck about another sucker's feed
Growin up stronger one next to me
With military hard knock MC Bruce Lee
Hangin' at the stadium just talkin' and swearin'
Punk walk by laughin' at what I was wearin
Pretty fool was born with silver spoons in his mouth
My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out
Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house
Leanin against his Old's drinkin 40s with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left 'em in his BVDs
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 EQ
Left that shitty ass 10-dollar crate all for you
Kid Villain the hustler 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 fucking your whore
Q-Tip look through your window on a Monday night
Took your couch, big jar everything in sight
Sold 'em all for gold 'cause my boys are swingin'
Stole your mother's jade ring off her motherfuckin 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 you're lockin'
And the money you get goes straight to Lay Low's pocket
D-Lyrical, like a cat, sneaks up from behind
TEC 9 to your spine is what you're liable to find
That [?] is cool and calm
That rope around your neck winds up in a pile
Don Juan goes back, just ask the fool
Spent more time in jail, than you spent in school
In the alley roads just cold making deals
Stole your little snitches mother fuckin training wheels
Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D
Got more freaks than a skater got teeth
But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river
Can in one hand with one to hold the liver
Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew
Make Sid Vicious look like Little Boy Blue
Assault and battery had to be done to an HP
Simple plan it's all so the sucker try to say maybe
Rude Boy, (aw shit J tell 'em)
HP [?] watching verner [?]
Southwest side boys, Juan and Andrew
What the fuck can you do?
Unfadable, unstoppable, the ICP
Boy you can't fade me
Your game is too tough, is what you say
"ICP" stands for "I Can't Play"
Any game set up by a barnyard hick
Touch a pitchfork, and my gun will click
So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for
Fuck you, and your mother's a whore
I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boys
And you down with Violent J if you're playin' my noise
(Yo J, you know you're cold fuckin it up)
(D-Lyrical lyrically is just as corrupt)
Word D, the inner city Delray is jumpin'
With what ya put out 'cause your shit is bumpin
(Man, HP's over there in that car)
(Before we fuck 'em up let's tell 'em who they are)
Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs
Say they down with gang bangin, only down with milking cows
Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it
Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute
They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead
When they barnyard hoes look like Uncle Jed
Now I'm ready to whip some ass
'Cause in Detroit we don't play that
Hand me a bat
(Violent Crimes of the ICP)
(Yo J, take it away homeboy, lyrically)
The ghetto, yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident
I got more boys than the motherfuckin president
Watchin my back through jack leadin jack
Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest motherfuckers on the water bed
(ICP) fuckin' nitroglycerine
I'll let his backbone pry out his motherfuckin throat
Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat
(Yo Homeboy, you know you're in effect)
(But what about the crimes, you ain't kicked none yet)
On the rammed 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, motherfucker went violent
Took along yo the crimes that I done
People must understand it wasn't just for fun
When you're cold at night and there's nothin to eat
You can give a fuck about another sucker's feed
Growin up stronger one next to me
With military hard knock MC Bruce Lee
Hangin' at the stadium just talkin' and swearin'
Punk walk by laughin' at what I was wearin
Pretty fool was born with silver spoons in his mouth
My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out
Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house
Leanin against his Old's drinkin 40s with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left 'em in his BVDs
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 EQ
Left that shitty ass 10-dollar crate all for you
Kid Villain the hustler 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 fucking your whore
Q-Tip look through your window on a Monday night
Took your couch, big jar everything in sight
Sold 'em all for gold 'cause my boys are swingin'
Stole your mother's jade ring off her motherfuckin 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 you're lockin'
And the money you get goes straight to Lay Low's pocket
D-Lyrical, like a cat, sneaks up from behind
TEC 9 to your spine is what you're liable to find
That [?] is cool and calm
That rope around your neck winds up in a pile
Don Juan goes back, just ask the fool
Spent more time in jail, than you spent in school
In the alley roads just cold making deals
Stole your little snitches mother fuckin training wheels
Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D
Got more freaks than a skater got teeth
But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river
Can in one hand with one to hold the liver
Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew
Make Sid Vicious look like Little Boy Blue
Assault and battery had to be done to an HP
Simple plan it's all so the sucker try to say maybe
Rude Boy, (aw shit J tell 'em)
HP [?] watching verner [?]
Southwest side boys, Juan and Andrew
What the fuck can you do?
Unfadable, unstoppable, the ICP
Boy you can't fade me
Your game is too tough, is what you say
"ICP" stands for "I Can't Play"
Any game set up by a barnyard hick
Touch a pitchfork, and my gun will click
So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for
Fuck you, and your mother's a whore
I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boys
And you down with Violent J if you're playin' my noise
(Yo J, you know you're cold fuckin it up)
(D-Lyrical lyrically is just as corrupt)
Word D, the inner city Delray is jumpin'
With what ya put out 'cause your shit is bumpin
(Man, HP's over there in that car)
(Before we fuck 'em up let's tell 'em who they are)
Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs
Say they down with gang bangin, only down with milking cows
Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it
Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute
They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead
When they barnyard hoes look like Uncle Jed
Now I'm ready to whip some ass
'Cause in Detroit we don't play that
Hand me a bat
