Ghetto Style

(álbum: Bass-Ment Cuts - 1991)

Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that yay yo by the pound
Gangstas in the South side running things
[?] straight up 'cause I'm living like king
In the alley roads in the dark of the night
[?] rolls through trying to make things right
Chaos in the ghetto lasts more than a while
Lyrically and physically, I'm ghetto style
Clicking on a 40, and it's making me brave
If a punk jumps up, then I put him in his grave
Chill in ICP on a full-time basis
Your crew's getting worried, I can see it on the faces
Scared 'cause my boys just macked on your freak
Dropkicked your dad and called your sister a geek
Should've kept your mouth shit, I'd have let it pass
Keep talking shit, I'ma whip ya ass
Drop the pieces, quit running your lip
Or we'll go head up and I'm gonna whip
Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills
I'll be driving the car when Kid Villain fills
Your ass with lead and then laughs about it
'Cause in Delray, a drive-by ain't shit
We stay in the slums, steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a basehead whose money comes from
Armed robbery or BNE
But how he gets his money ain't shit to me
Getting paid, getting laid, and my style is cold
Blowing holes in a court to follow gansta code
Ghetto style, the boy don't play
Kill in Military Southwest Delray
Inner City Posse fucking shit up
I drink 8-ball from a forty, you drink Kool-Aid from a cup
Down with Too Much and Violent J
Pimp a different ho each and every day
Not the ugly girls with the saggy butts
Those skanky-ass hoes don't even make me nut
ICP pulling nothing but babes
If the bitch ain't fucking, get the hell away
'Cause we ain't got time for a stingy-ass bitch
Only want the money, never want to hitch
Up to one girl, or five at that
Inner City Posse [?]