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Insane Clown Posse - Violent Crimes lyrics
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 mothafucking president
 Watching my back through jack leading Jack
 Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
 By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
 ICP fuck a microglycerine
 I'll let his backbone pry out his mothafucking 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 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, mothafucka 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 there's nothing to eat
 You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed
 Growing up stonger one next to me
 With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
 Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
 Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
 Prince born walking 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
 Leaning against his old's drinking 40's with clouds
 Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
 They took it all and left them in his BVD's
 To much and 2 Dope got booming rides
 Took your amp took your tooking snick by nine
 Try to told them 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 sitting 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 site
 Sold them all for gold cause my boys are swinging
 Stole your mothers raidy rade off her mothafucking finger
 Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim
 And the village men wonder why he been getting so slim
 Now he steals from you so at night your locking
 And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocketInsane Clown Posse - Violent Crimes - http://motolyrics.com/insane-clown-posse/violent-crimes-lyrics.html
 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 asking 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 motherfucking tranin wheels
 Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D
 Got more freaks then a skater got teeth
 But pimping pimp daddy is pimping down river
 Cane 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 them
 HP watching verner boys swelling
 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 mother's a whore
 I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boys
 And you down with Violent J if your playing my noise
 Yo J you know your cold fucking it up
 D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt
 Word D, the Inner City Delray is jumping
 With what you put out cause your shit is bumping
 Man HP's over there in that car
 Before we fuck them up lets tell them who they are
 Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs
 Ain't down with gang banging only down with milking cows
 Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it
 Dropping 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
 Cause in Detroit we don't play that
 Hand me a bat








