Song Lyrics Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) - Violent Crimes    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> I>> Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) Singer Lyrics [Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) other resources]>> Violent Crimes Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) Music Title/Track: Violent Crimes Theme ID: 6024 Album: N/A * 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 ass resident I got more boys than the motha fuckin president Watchin my back through jack leadin jack Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked By 14 of the hottest motha fuckas on the water bed ICP fuck a microglycerine I'll let his backbone pry out his motha fuckin throat Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat Yo Homeboy you know your in effect But what about the crimes you aint 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 fucka 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 fuck about another fuckers 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 shit 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 shity ass 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 fuckin your whore 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 sucker try to say maybe Rude Boy, aww shit J tell 'em HP watchin verner boys swellin Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew What the fuck 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 Fuck you and your mothers a whore 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 fuckin it up D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin With what ya put out cuz your shit is bumpin Man HP's over there in that car Before we fuck '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 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 Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed Now I'm ready to whip some ass Cuz in Detroit we don't play that Hand me a bat Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Backlash, Beneficial Fever, Bury the Evidence, Completion, Driven, Ghost of the Earth, Halls of Amenti, Impact, In Code, Intent, Only His Name, Our Rights, Retribution Song, Silencer, The Deepest WOund, The Fall, The Outcome, Welcome to the 5th World, Autodogmatic, Disease Infected Earth, Diseased Infected Earth, Disorder Of Battles, Drowning In Sorrow, Ethnic Cleansing, Forever Distant, In Ourselves We Trust, Madness, Madness Intro, Observe, Rack Of Letharcy, Sanctioned Situations, Skin And Nails, Tortured, War, Words, Worldly Separation, All My Love, Another Day, Baby Girl, A Perfect Death, Anegl Poem, Broken World, Drain, Empty And Worthless, Murderers, Rachels Song, Suicide Note, All I Can, Come With Me, Do You Wanna Dance, Other Inner City Posse (D-Lyrical and Violent J) song Lyrics D-Day Lyrics Gangsta Codes Lyrics Gangsta Times Lyrics Intelligence and Violence Lyrics Something to Say Lyrics The Wizard of Delray Lyrics Other Artists Inner Shrine Lyrics Inner Surge Lyrics Inner Thought Lyrics Inner Voices Lyrics Innergod Lyrics Innerlude Lyrics Innervoice Lyrics Innervoices Lyrics Innis Lyrics Innocence Mission Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy