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Intro: Violent JThe Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with goldWe have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so longAnd like animals we kill each other for the hatred of othersWe must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhoodAnd give them a taste of the sameAnd when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of deathmaybe then we will see our situation in a new lightAnd put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killingsVerse one: ViolentJHeard whats going on in the free worldBroke out the asylum and killed a girlJust ta warm u, just to get it onCause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawnCan`t nobody get meI`ve always been a psycho now they coming with meThat`s straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cutLook in my brain its fucking insaneroll around naked in the acid rainRich bitch fucka took me for a suckaNow we killing you instead of killing each otherWalked in the house, shot him in the mouthLeaned back the head, and pulled the brains outMy list are strong its only a sawThe government fronts like they dont know what is going onFuck, ill take the matter in my own handsCut ya down cat, cut ya downCause i know the rich go joggingAnd im waiting in the bushes,axe to the noggingAbout 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymesBut ya keep the killer in one place,But I`m at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass){Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)(And ya calling me a homeless hobo,while I`m laying on my suede couch listening to mojo){Snipe ya in the head from a tower,or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}{Finally catch ya on the block,take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}(Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don`t ya know I`ll hang ya dead ass from a tree){Then swing ya by ya foot}{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch}(Stroll to the banquet party){Drank all they brew}(Then shot everybody)(They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn`t last long){Thought we`d kill each other off, didn`t think we`d come to the suburbs.jackoff}(The clowns stick this knife in ya Face)({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})Verse three: Jump SteadyIn Detroit doing time, time being doneWithout not another solutionWithout nothing but wicked menHow many muthaphuckas ive know through the yearsGot they necks blown off or crippled in their fearNow iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for thisCause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fistRaised in the crime with nothing to eatSo my natural instincts to kill in the streetIm going to war and i sent you cautionJumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing(Take it, Take it farther, take it far)Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you areSeems they dont even know about the inner city crime warMoneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck forDamn the`re stupid,The mine are surroundedThink i like to pay a lesson to a gallonAnd save a human life or twoEnd this ghetto war for the homies that i once knewya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)I got a mind killing rage waiting on my changeOn the holes on my jacket i craddle my gageWhat ya gonna do if i show up at your placeTry to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a tasteVerse four: Capitol E / EshamYa need a spoonful, another wants a little tasteSo let me feed you the city like in a steady paceYa wake up to gunfire thining it was a dreamTill ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child screamEveryday thang, thank it to yaJust wait till you see that cracka at ya front door nakedBegging for money, acting like he know yaYa slam the door in fear, but some day he`ll show yaCatch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked(come up wit it bitch)Now ya dont know how to actBut that`s the life and the experience of a motherHappends everyday, one another the otherBut the suburb living is high classWith a high class leather city trade with ya assAnd show ya the rough timesHungry homeless people commiting crime after crimeAnd bitches working the pike for doughThen they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slowAnd i hear ya making fun of that...ICP (What`s up E) Gets ya batsIt`s time for you to crack some necksAnd if they dont know now, show them what to expectCause it dont matter the race or the placeCapitol E giving the inner city TasteInterlude: Violent JYea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly HillsI thought you knew, cause we in a devilish moodVerse five: EshamGuess who`s rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the DIm heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i canViolent J know the way so im gonna getchaIf ya standing in my way im getting wit yaThe black devil, that devil ya dont knowGetting more pussy than Bel Biv DevoeHey man do you know my name?(Esham)Im down with notics, nuts on trainSo give me mine cause it aint about black or whiteIt aint about wrong or right on Devil`s nightI burn a cross in ya fucking faceNow homicide`s got a new caseSo give me a taste

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