Ghetto Style

Inner City Posse holdin' it down

Playin' that yay yo by the pound

Gangstas in the South side runnin' things

[?] straight up 'cause I'm livin' like king

In the alley roads in the dark of the night

[?] rolls through tryin' to make things right

Chaos in the ghetto lasts more than a while

Lyrically and physically, I'm ghetto style

Clickin' on a 40, and it's makin' 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 gettin' 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 talkin' shit, I'ma whip ya ass

Drop the pieces, quit runnin' your lip

Or we'll go head up and I'm gonna whip

Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills

I'll be drivin' 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

Gettin' paid, gettin' laid, and my style is cold

Blowin' holes in a court to follow gansta code

Ghetto style, the boy don't play

Kill in Military Southwest Delray

Inner City Posse fuckin' 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 pullin' nothin' but babes

If the bitch ain't fuckin', 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 [?]