All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin' home alone
But it gets so very cold
When it's late at night
Leave the foxholes on their own
Do you sleep well at night?
Bodycount...feeling hot
Bodycount...keeping warm
Friends are playing with danger
They don't know where it's found
With their casual letters
It's just another chain
You've lost the innocence
That you've never found
Standing in the DMZ
Don't get turned around
Body count...feeling hot
Body count...Vietnam
It's not the game..well, it's a scar
And they won't let you wear your khakis
And your Izods anymore
You can go get shot to hell
They don't want you anymore because..
All the young kids learn to dance
In the combat zone
Never dare to take a chance
You're going home alone
Military metaphors
Are metaphors no more
Keeping up with protocol
You're dancin' off to war
Body count feeling hot
Body count Vietnam
Do you sleep well at night?
Body Count...Vietnam
They can say what they want
But you have your doubts
It's not what you've lost
It's what your without
When I ran so far
And they just turned away
I doesn't bother me by the light of day
But at night...I hear your call
Late at night...I hear your call
I saw the mirror that you broke today
I saw the ceiling falling down your way
When they looked at you, you could turn away
You didn't bother then by the light of day...you'll stay
But at night...I hear your call
Late at night...I hear your call
You said that you could turn away
I knew that you going to stay
The walls are falling all around
They pinned you down onto the ground
But at night...I hear your call
Vietnam...I hear you call
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin’ home alone
But it gets so fucky cold
When it’s late at night
Leave the foxholes on their own
Do you sleep well at night?
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, keeping warm
Friends are playing with danger
They don’t know where it’s found
With their casual letters
It’s just another chain
You’ve lost the innocence
That you’ve never found
Standing in the dmz
Don’t get turned around
(chorus)
Body count, feeling hot
Body count, vietnam
It’s not the game, it’s a scar
And they won’t let you wear your khakis
And your izods anymore
You can go get shot to hell
They don’t want you anymore because
All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dare to take a chance
You’re going home alone
Military metaphors
Are metaphors no more
Keeping up with protocol
You’re dancin’ off to war
(repeat chorus)
Do you sleep well at night?
Body count, vietnam
They can say what they want
But you have your doubts
It’s not what you’ve lost
It’s what your without
When I ran so far
And they just turned away
I doesn’t bother me by the light of day
But at night, I hear your call
Late at night, I hear your call
I saw the mirror that you broke today
I saw the ceiling falling down your way
When they looked at you, you could turn away
You didn’t bother then by the light of day, you’ll stay
But at night, I hear your call
Late at night, I hear your call
You said that you could turn away
I knew that you going to stay
The walls are falling all around
They pinned you down onto the ground
But at night, I hear your call
Vietnam, I hear you call
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Let's keep it a hundred
That's word to Ben Frank's
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass green over here
Green like the kushes
I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes
We don't chase money we chase dreams
Rub this money in your face, face cream
Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes "what you see"
You know what I said!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
And if I go make sure the family gets the cash
And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask
Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman
Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They call me funeral they call us [? ]
Face on point they should call us swordfish
He got a gang of money
You can't stop his drive
He in the blue six screaming out stop it five
Black out jewelry, you still see it though
I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though
God damn, what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue
What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a brother with open eyes
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain
You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em stashed
With a case of hand grenades
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
You'd know what to do
If a bullet hit your kid
On the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard
Shit would hit the fan and hit hard!
I hear it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts
On with the body count!
God damn what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and you?
What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a nigga with open eyes
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain
Don't you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin'
Bum politicians
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
[Rick Ross:]
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
I got some bad hos in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Hobart on my desk
Bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digits
Thirty birds I'm thinkin we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the work to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up
And let em dry
We break it down
And let em fly
Send em to the hood
And tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight but we don't exercise
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
[Meek Mill:]
Murder after murder
Nigga you ain't heard
Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you ain't come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg don't make me give em business
Talkin all that killa shit now what's your body count
The shotty bounce and make your motherfuckin body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
... on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
[Rick Ross:]
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin
What's your body count nigga
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout nigga
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Yeah Yeah
Murder, death
As I search to analyze reality, the true
Meaning of life,
Out simple existence means nothing
God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose
He's invincible
Better watch his knife,
There is no escape from the slow kill
When it's time to go god serves a death blow,
You have no choice, don't even try
The only choice is suicide
Surviving the game
No escape
No one's ever escaped
You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom,
Raise another brew to your face with you
Swollen palm
Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die,
Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye
Chorus:
Who are you tryin' to judge me ?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me ?
Clear the fuck out my space
You say that I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex every minute,
Every hour of the day,
Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit,
You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts,
Suckin' butt,
With your tongue up my fuckin' ass,
Chorus
Get the fuck out my face
Yeah
Chorus
You need to stay the fuck out my face
Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild
'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do.
Got a nine at my waist
stay out my fuckin' face.
You fuck with me
right here'll be your resting place.
Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me
I shot him in the face,
murder, in the first degree.
Now I'm sweatin', regrettin',
that's not for me
they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
its stomach's filled with lost souls
guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
listen close, 'cause I've been there before
and you don't wanna die there,
they call it goin' out the back door,
the back door, the back door, the back door.
Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look
they like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook,
and my posse's down, we don't mess around,
you fuck with us,
you'll be six feet underground.
That night they got me locked in a row called death
the governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath.
That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me
up here in this fuckin' penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
let me tell you what the sucka eats,
its stomach's filled with my homeboys
guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
listen close, 'cause I've been there before
and you don't wanna die there,
they call it goin' out the back door,
the back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah!
Bowels of the devil,
let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
its stomach's filled with my homeboys
guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
listen close, 'cause I've been there before
and you don't wanna die there,
they call it goin' out the back door,
the bowels of the devil,
let me tell you what that sucka eats,
its stomach's filled with lost souls
guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
listen close, 'cause I've been there before
and you don't wanna die there,
they call it goin' out the back door,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count.
BC, BC, BC, BC, (muthafucka)
BC, BC, BC, BC,
BC, BC, BC, BC,
BC, BC, BC, BC.
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count.
BC, BC, BC, BC,
BC, BC, BC, BC,
BC, BC, BC, BC,
A statistic
At this moment, there are more black males in prison than in college
Help
It's the killin' floor, killin' floor
Yeah
Killin' floor
Killin' floor
Killin' floor
Bodycount
Body muthafuckin' count
On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex,
{This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides
"I watch you everyday when you leave your building...
I love the little outfits you wear.
I know you wear em for me.
God I want you."
Since the day you first laid eyes on me,
There was no doubt you would be mine.
You don't know me but I know you want me badly.
Can't control your feelings, it hurts you so you shy away,
You'll love me sooner or later, that's our destiny.
(Chorus (x2):)
In my head...
You are my wife!
In my head...
You only want me!
In my head...
God has a plan!
In my head...
I am your man!
I watch you from my window,
I see you when you sleep each night,
I know you dream of me in your arms,
I'll be there soon my love.
You go to work,
You pass me and you smile at me.
That's just the way you choose to tease me and play...
(Chorus x2)
I call you on the phone at night but never speak,
I love to hear your breath.
It gives me chills, your body seems so close to me.
The other day I saw you with some guy, yo who is he?
He needs to understand that you're my girl and he could die!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
You love me!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
He's not right for you!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
Don't do this to me!
Bitch!
(Chorus)
I've Pictures of you pasted on my wall that I have taken of you.
You walk your dog, I watch you in the shower.
I bought a camera, binoculars and video,
Your with me always, I love you more each hour.
That you don't know me, that turns me on that much more.
I know you know I watch you,
You little teasing whore.
One night soon, I'll introduce you to my flesh,
You are the one God chose, though you don't know me yet!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
I love you!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
You love me!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
He's not right for you!
If I can't have you as mine then no one will!
I don't want you anymore and you don't love me...
I can see in your eyes when you talk to me,
You don't fool me...
We had our time but it's over girl,
Now it's deceit...
I know your sleeping around on me,
I know you creep...
Your knives are stuck in my back so deep,
The pain is killing me...
(Chorus:)
Lies, lies, lies, lies
A goddam discrace!
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Straight to my fucking face!
I hate you with all my heart right now,
The simple sight of makes me sick.
What kind of fucking fool do you take me for,
I'm done with your shit.
I gotta follow my soul right now,
I gotta move to my evil side.
No longer can I handle your torture,
Tonight may be your last night.
(Chorus)
"You know the sex didn't bother me.
The fact you may have been with other men.
It was your ability to lie to me.
Look me dead in the eye and tell the lie.
I should, kill you for that.
I've killed many men for less."
Lies, lies
I don't want you anymore and you don't love me...
I can see in your eyes when you talk to me,
"Yeah I know all the fellas out there,
Got a girl that's real special to em.
Yeah I do too...
Sometimes, it's not as easy as it seems"
You know I love you...
But your driving me crazy!
Your hungry, your sleepy, your angry, your happy,
Your cold, then your hot, then your fine, then your not.
Then your sick, your healthy, you wanna go party,
Your jealous, your drunk, your crying, I'm lying, your mad.
Now I'm trippin your sleepy, your angry, your buggin.
I'm done, and I'm loosin my mind!
Now your sober, your sorry, you love me, I love you,
I hate this, you love it, you say that it's healthy!
(Chorus:)
I Love You!
Your driving, your driving me crazy!
I Love You!
Your driving, your driving me mad!
Your happy your sad, you ask me if I'm OK,
Tired, I'm working, I'm just trying to concentrate,
Your cool, your buggin off some TV show you saw,
Trippin accusing, then say that your sorry.
I'm stressing, your playing, I'm working, you rub me,
I'm cool, now I'm calm, now you wanna go snuggle.
I'm talking, your talking, I'm yelling, your cryin',
I hug you, you sniffle, I'm happy.
The phone rings it's drama, I listen, your girlfriend's mans cheating!
Your mad and your angry, and you act like it was me!
I'm drained, I'm sleepy, you crawl into bed,
And you hug me and kiss me, and tell me you need me.
(Chorus x2)
"Um baby, I don't know if I like this song...
I mean, do you love me or do you hate me?"
"Come on girl, you know I love you."
"Oh really? Well what about last night?!"
"Come on, you was on that bullshit last night bitch!"
"Oh what ever, you call that love?"
(Chorus x2)
I Love You! "Oh you know I love you too baby"
But what about all this shit about going into the studio four days
To make a Goddamn four minute record huh?
And what's all this Goddamn spending time with your friends
When they ain't doing shit!
And I understand... your the star!
But what about my life? What about my hair?
What about my nails? What about my parties?
Ever since I was a baby,
I never knew, if there was any superior power.
I'm a grown man, and I still don't know.
I will be the only one you'll ever trust you'll ever need,
the only truth, the born again, the son of one, the Devils pain.
You all I need, your faiths my life, beliefs my blood,
I feed your hope, my book is law, to challenge me is blasphemy
My wrath is hell.
I have dies a thousand deaths, my pains been felt two thousand years,
And to my soul I've lead my peers, salvation is their only hope.
To save them from their evil ways, their sinning lives, their evil paths,
But you must trust give me your soul, then you must read and then believe!
For your sins I...
For your love I...
For your souls I...
Feel my Passion!
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Is there a God? Is there a God?
For your sins I...
For your love I...
For your souls I...
Feel my Passion!
For your sins I...
For your love I...
For your souls I...
Feel my Passion!
I am one the only one, the son of God, If you believe,
The fear of me is taught to those in need of hope,
The sick and broke,
The book of me, written by men,
Considered truth, and by the rules,
All that believe, controls the lives,
It's holly words bought in through church.
It's nemesis is Lucifer, the fallen angel second son,
If you believe his power matches mine with evil, hate and pain!
A war is battled every day, every second so they say.
We are ghosts but still alive but all this requires faith!
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Is there a God? Is there a God?
Terror!
It's on no time no hope no chance run with your family they're coming to kill,
They hate us they want us all dead they say that the white man is evil it's all Allah's will,
I heard it on TV the news man he scared me he said they're here with us we're all gonna die,
He's threatening terror but there come the terrorists the news said the theory even if it's a lie.
Chorus: (Repeat 2x)
Run for your life,
Dirty bombs,
No one is safe,
Anthrax attack no one will survive.
Terror! (Repeat 4x)
Get ready gas masks join up fight back kill them before they get here to kill us,
Suicide bombers they're coming they said it I read it they don't care they'll die for their God,
I know it's the truth the news man on TV said they're not even Christian they're not like us,
They wear turbans and beards speak with an accent you see them beware they might have a bomb.
Chorus (Repeats 2X)
I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die.
Terror! (Repeats 4X)
Good evening welcome to channel 4 news,
Attention beware of all middle eastern people,
They can possibly be terrorists,
Be very afraid of them!
I wanna live forever,
I don't wanna die,
I wanna live forever,
I don't wanna die.
Last days,
last days.
As I stare off the stage and try to
understand why you feel that I am
someone you can id with, how ?
When you and I come from two totally
polar opposite lifestyles.
Under normal circumstances I would be
waking you and your rich parents up at
gunpoint.
Demanding the combination to the wall
safe.
While your little sister screams suffering
from pistol-whipped pain.
Or looking back at you in a courtroom
filled with absolutely none of my peers.
Why are you here ? Is this some
voyeuristic bullshit ?
See black man sing ?
Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub-
jected to so many audio drive by's and
gang shootings that you yourself have
become numb to the pain like me.
And you - check this out - have become
insane from overdoses of reality.
Well stomach this, at the rate we're
going right now white boy, yeah you, you
and I will die holding each other's
throats.
That's real, the world's at war, we're at
war.
Check yourself, don't be me check your
goddamn self.
It's goin down 1997, see the light, red
lasers rip through my neighborhood at
night, time is short.
Homocide is the number one sport.
Last days,
last days,
these are the last days.
So now that all the reality's soaked, I and
you start to reanalyze every word I ever
said, am I a racist ?
Or am I just someone who tells it how the
fuck it is ?
Well the truth of the thing is I was raised
on crime.
Walking through an environment so filled
with so much hate,
honesty I do not feel that you are able to
comprehend the magnitude of the evil.
But trip this, there were no white faces
there.
Just blck on black genocide.
The only white men there were the cops
that showed up late in the fourth to out-
line the teenaged bodies in chalk.
So who do I hate ? Do I hate you ? Do I
hate myself ?
Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only
hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to
blame ? - Not!
Who creates the conditions ?
Who stops affirmative action and wel-
fare ?
Who loves the 3 strikes law ?
Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March,
Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand
man march, let your daddy tell it.
There's a lotta lies out there, what side
ya on ?
Armageddon is near,
I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse,
recogize game.
Last days,
these are the last days.
Last days,
these are the last days.
Last days,
these are the last days.
Last days.
[But maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything
is ok. Maybe we're all just gonna get
along. Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is
perfect - yeah right]
CHORUS
I hate you, you hate me, and what does
that equal ?
It equals nothing, and that's exactly what
we're gonna have,
nothing, i we don't make a change soon,
and who am I to tell you anything ?
I ain't nobody but a brother from South
Central,
who's had the opportunity to go around
the world,
and I found out that we're all not really
that different.
Racism is the number one enemyof
earth.
There's only one race, the human race,
and if we don't get it together soon, this
song is true.
This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine:
The L.A.P.D.
For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody,
beat 'em down or hurt 'em,
because they have long hair,
listen to the wrong kind of music,
wrong color,
whatever they thought was the reason to do it,
For every one of those fuckin' police,
I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot,
You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka
1 - 8 - 7 nigga
Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga
Revenge
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Way down in New Orleans, yeah.
I met this old lady,
she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)
she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)
She had an old doll,
she had a long shiny needle (Voodoo)
she held the doll in the air
it looked kinda like me
she took the needle,
stuck it in its eye!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
My eye, bitch!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch,
and she still had the doll.
She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo)
you wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo)
She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo)
she said she knew about Voodoo
She held the doll in her hand (Voodoo)
she had some long shiny scissors,
she said some magic words (Voodoo)
the doll looked more and more like me
she held the doll in the air (Voodoo)
she took the scissors,
cut off all its fingers!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
My fingers, bitch!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Voodoo, Voodoo
Voodoo, Voodoo
So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah.
You might meet an old lady
she might have a doll
it might look like you.
Don't ask about the Voodoo (Voodoo)
stay away from Voodoo (Voodoo)
leave alone the Voodoo, (Voodoo)
Lies, betrayal, lies
truth or death.
Lies, betrayal, lies.
Who the fuck can I trust
the whole fuckin' world is built on
deception,
false perception,
look you dead in the eye and lie,
your best friend'll stab you in the back
yo, what the fuck is that.
Politicians lie,
what the fuck is that
your lover lies,
what the fuck is that.
The police lies,
what the fuck is that
the church fuckin' lies,
what the fuck is that.
CHORUS
Somebody tell me where's the truth
every holy book is written by man
probably by a liar's hand
and if you feel that public schools are
teachin'
truth to the youth, motherfucka you
livin' a lie too.
Lawyers lie,
what the fuckis that
doctorslie, what the fuck is that
doctors lie, what the fuck is that
your mother and father lie,
what the fuck is that
You lie to yourself
yo, what the fuck is that
There is no truth
only varaiations of lies.
Don't try to figure it out
honesty is extinct and if
it ever did exist the human race took it
Electrocution
Gassed
Shot in the head
Car crashed
Overdosed
Strangulation
Burnt alive
Violent demise
You're goin down hard
Violent demise
Violent demise
You're goin down hard
Violent demise
Decapitated
Drowned
Assassinated
Gunned down
Stabbed in the neck
Suicide
Buried alive
Violent demise
CHORUS
Live your life,
you probably won't live to see 25.
Those trusted to protect you will get you.
Watch your back you still die.
Every man must die,
we walk around in this illusion called life.
You gotta go for it now there's no time,
there's no time.
Violent demise
Mutilated
Poisoned to death
Skull split
Disemboweled
Skinned
Spikes in your eyes
Violent demise
I love you, and will always love you.
When I'm without you I feel so alone.
When I was young I didn't know you
existed,
but introduced to you still as a child.
Mom and dad used to fight about you
each night,
to obtain you wasn't easy for
certain types.
As I grew too many friends died
over you,
I didn't have you so my sex life was none.
I needed you and street life was the
answer,
I found you with the use of a gun!
Money - can kill men.
Money - controls sin.
Money - can move all.
Money - is true power.
Root of all evil.
As I grew my love for you
became deeper,
addicted to you, I was sprung on
your juice.
The more of you I possessed,
the more power
anything could be obtained with your use.
But the quest for you spelled pain
for my victims,
cause for you I'd take a life without
thought.
Anything in my way would be
chopped down,
cause for me happiness would be bought!
CHORUS
People lie and say you really
don't matter,
Singers front and say they
really don't care.
If they don't want you, yo well send
you to me then,
cause you and I are in an endless affair.
Yo it's my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway.
Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun
spray.
Yea, you're gettin drowned in the
blood,
a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin
slugs.
Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play,
you stay down, you fuck around in my
town, you drown.
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that,
we come back through,
murderin your crew - what!
You don't know shit about my lifestyle,
it's buckwild,
late night gunfights, three strikes, i'd
rather fight.
Caught in the street, ya get beat down
ta raw meat,
fuckin with me and the Breed, you'll
soon bleed.
Yeah, it's Raw Breed - BC killin over-
seas,
droppin off rooftops, punks hang from
trees.
Night vision, incision, the opposition,
It's never your decision.
My way!
You can't tell me jack shit, suck my
dick,
out my face with that drama, I'll kill
your fuckin mama.
Iller than a postal worker, born to
murder,
suckas in my face with that bullshit die
quick.
It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
it's the dusted world of Bizarra.
High on acid, the ghetto bastard,
yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket.
You in a world of shit, fuckin with the
Syndicate,
We pack full clips, and then we're done
with it.
Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't
lastin,
demolishin, the demolishion.
Piss on your grave, a killin craze.
In your town right now on any stage.
Who the fuck are you ? Trying ta diss
my crew ?
Who dies tonight bitch ? - You!
My way!
I will do what I choose,
and if I loose
Well then I loose, My Way!
This is my fuckin' life,
and if I die
No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth,
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.
Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,
I always loved my momma.
I loved the say she hold me,
I love the way she talked to me.
She used to teach me a lot of things,
she taught me good things, she taught me bad things.
"Don't trust white people, don't trust white people.
Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good,
they're no good, they're no good.
They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off.
Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em."
I said, "Why momma?", she said, "I told you don't
trust 'em they're no good."
I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma,
why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions.
Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma.
So one day I found I fell in love
and I brought my girlfriend home
and I introduced her to my mutha and
she smacked me, was a white girl and
I said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?"
You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman.
She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,
Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.
I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.
So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store
and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!
Ha, ha, ha.
Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
Ha, ha, ha.
But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed
and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought
me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and
I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
Now she was out.
I went into the kitchen
and I got that handy carving knife
that we only use on special occasions like
bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol'
fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in
little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet,
her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags
and I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on
a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch."
I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York,
Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch,
whose laughin' now.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father
who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's
fucked this world up from day one,
you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to
suck your dick or do like Body Count does.
All my life I loved this girl so much,
all my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth
oh the pain of just a simple birth.
Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
she taught me hate for race
that's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
momma's gotta die tonight.
There's only one way I can make it right,
Drugs, liquor, drugs
I love to smoke crack
I love to shoot smack
I love to fuckin' drink
I love my smoke when it stinks
I need it in my veins
I need it in my brain
What has it done to me,
Street lobotomy
Chorus
My brain - melted - down
Brain - melted - down - lobotomy
Need some more dope man
Yeah got
Any acid dude
Got any ludes
Chorus
Drugs, liquor, drugs ?
I love to do blow
That's the way to go
You got some PCP ?
How 'bout some LSD ?
I'm havin' lots of fun
I might as well use a gun
Don't even ask my why
Maybe I wanna die
Chorus:
You give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldeirs lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)
I won't die in your bullshit wars no more
I won't fight to my death for you
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more
Muthafuck your red, white and blue
Chorus
Thousands of men go to war to fight for
Politics which they don't understand
Murder people who they never met
When they make it home they're
Considered a vet
Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die
Far from home, all alone, it's a sin
All you get in return in a shit shallow grave
Cause in war there's no way you can win
Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck,
You're just pawns in the game off the board
Brainwashed to the point where you kill at
The drop of a dime
But it's not called a crime
Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ?
Thousands die, human beings you choose
Once in you're owned by the man,
Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave,
Shallow graves
Chorus
Prozac attack,
feeling whacked,
my damned boss won't gimme no slack,
disconnected phone,
didn't get that loan
seems like everything's going wrong
unemployed
flat broke, outta luck, ain't got no hope.
When it seems like it ain't no way call up
the doc
he'll be with you right away
You think your life is tough
[call Kevorkian]
you think your life is tough
[call Kevorkian]
you think you're out of luck
when you're had enough
Need some xanax,
want some pills, 'cause I don't like the
way I feel
can't sleep at night,
can't get no rest,
I want the grim reaper as my guest!
Missed my bus,
missed my plane,
life seems like a constant pain
think it's bad
could be worse,
call the doc up
he'll pick you up in a hearse.
I loved her with my heart and soul,
gave her everything diamonds and gold.
She stabbed me in the back,
fucked my friends,
partied in my house, bitch wrecked my
benz.
I used to love her
she did me wrong, now she's gone.
I trusted her with cash and jewels,
she laughed in my face,
called me a fool.
The love I gave to her was in vain.
Now I think it's time to return the pain.
I came home one night, she was in my
with my best friend giving him head.
What really pissed me off about this shit,
the bitch had never even sucked my dick.
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like
to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show,
Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
cops come and got your cat outta the tree
all your friends died of old age,
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately...
SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP!
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
to get a message through
to the red, white and blue?
What I gotta die
before you realize
I was a brotha with open eyes?
The world's insane
while you drink champagne
and I'm livin' in black rain.
You try to ban the A.K.,
I got ten of 'em stashed
with a case of hand grenades.
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
You know what you'd do
if a kid got killed on the way to school
or a cop shot your kid in the backyard.
Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka
and it would hit real hard.
I hear it every night, another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas
to South Central.
Ha ha.
Yeah
Fuck that.
I hear it every night,
another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare,
in my backyard.
Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home.
Yeah.
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas.
I hear it every night,
another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
to get a message through
to the red, white and you?
What I gotta die before you realize
I was a nigga with open eyes?
The world's insane
while you drink champagne
and I'm livin' in black rain,
don't you hear the guns
you stupid, dumb, dick suckin', bum politicians.
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out
But like any good monster that just made us stronger
You see, they don't like us and they don't like you,
The BC fan,
'Cause they know we stand for three things
Truth, justice and fuck the american way
That word justice got me fucked up though
Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail
Thousands of people died in wars
Overseas and it's justice ?
You think they give a fuck about us ?
You're a fool
Born yellow,
Born brown,
Born red,
Born black,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead
Born asian,
Born jewish,
Born latino,
Born poor,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead
But you don't hear me though
Dead
New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit
Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed,
Put on my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause
Muthafucka's out here is trippin'
How the fuck you gonna get up every morning
Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening
Do you understand ?
Sometimes we take for granted
The little things like food, like freedom
Born in somalia,
Born in south america,
Born in south africa,
Born in south central,
Born dead
COP KILLER! YEAH!
I got my black shirt on.
I got my black gloves on.
I got my ski mask on.
This shit's been too long.
I got my twelve gauge sawed off.
I got my headlights turned off.
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off.
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off.
I'm a COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(FUCK 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha.
I got my brain on hype.
Tonight'll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife.
and your neck looks just right.
My adrenaline's pumpin'.
I got my stereo bumpin'.
I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'.
A pig stopped me for nuthin'!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(FUCK HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah!
DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
Yeah!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
I'm a COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(FUCK 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
Break it down.
FUCK THE POLICE, yeah!
FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates.
FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King.
FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies.
FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom.
FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy.
FUCK THE POLICE, have some muthafuckin' courage.
FUCK THE POLICE, sing along.
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up?
COP KILLER! Good choice.
COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin'
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(FUCK HER!)
The moment I laid eyes on you,
I knew a close encounter was inevitable.
Now we're alone,
your eyes staring deep into my soul,
together we sit in darkness.
You knowI want you,
your voice sounds like a God in head.
You know I am you,
don't ask my name, it don't matter at all.
You know that love just ain't my style,
I feel the haet of your lust in the air.
We have no choices left,
as you walk into the vampire's eyes.
Let me bring it to pain.
You say your love is a spiritual thing,
I hear you.
You lick your lips like a lioness,
I fear you.
YOu touch me and my blood runs cold,
am I the hunter or hunted ?
God put us here together tonight,
you can't escape fate.
Let me bring it to pain.
My tongue journeys deep inside you,
your juices arouse me.
I am your slave tonight and forever,
dominate me rape me.
Your orgasm so wild it's a trip,
we cum together as one.
You say you gotta have it hard and rough,
is this rough enough ?
Do you know who you're fuckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're fuckin with the
kill niggas!
You're fuckin with the
hard liquor!
You're fuckin with the
bitch dickas!
You're fuckin with the
cash makin, life takin, overlord,
street hustlin, quick bustin, snitch dustin,
body dumpin, gauge pumpin,
clean dresser, mic blesser, shallow
graves are in the desert,
fuckin with my niggas from the Central,
why ? You'll die!
I can make ya missin fuckin with
the unforgiven,
cop killer, blood spiller, but still a
million seller.
Run and tell your fuckin mother,
Body Count is on the cover,
of Murder Monthly, bitch best back up
off me.
You're fuckin with BC.
You're fuckin with BC.
You're fuckin with BC.
Do you know who you're fuckin with ?
Ghetto dwellin, drug sellin, pussy suckin,
hard fuckin,
drive by'n, do or die'n, bitch smackin,
cash stackin,
switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I
make my livin,
hit ridin, pit fightin, motherfuckin street
titan.
Gang related, frustated, gun tote'n, ran-
some note'n,
park muggin, born thuggin, jewelry wear-
er, hood terror.
Steppin's where you made your error,
now you're bleedin, heart speedin.
Now you feel your life leavin,
Yo, your fuckin mom's grievin.
CHORUS
The ill niggas!
The kill niggas!
Benz mashin, club crashin, high fashion,
jewelry bashin,
child snatcher, hoe catcher, neck slasher.
Mic rippin, set trippin, coke boilin,
gun oil'n,
car jackin, head crackin, bank robbin,
roof jobbin,
laser scope'n, hostage ropin,
known to get your safe open,
shoot you in your back nigga,
the hair trigga.
Banana clip loader, LAPD get my
fuckin folder,
known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug up
my fuckin cellar.
Drama maker, law breaker, violent talker,
pig stalker,
Shot gunner, drug runner, blowin up this
fuckin summer.
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, vest
wearin, cold starin,
Body Count the street vets, known to get
your chest wet!
CHORUS
Do you know who you're fuckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're fuckin with the
kill niggas!
You're fuckin with the
hard liquor!
You're fuckin with the
bitch dickas!
My friend's addicted to cocaine
smokes day and night
drives mom and pop insane.
Living his life in the dark light
every dollar he gets goes into the pipe.
He wants to borrow some money from me
do you think I'm blind
don't know the score
can't see?
You wanna get high as the sky
(You're kissin' your life goodbye) You're kissin' your life goodbye
(You think it's a game) You think it's a game that you play
(But the winners lose) But the winners lose it all someday.
Ya don't know who you are
are you losin' your mind?
Things get a little tight he committed a crime.
Give me your money or give me your life!
You better empty your pockets because ya,
ya don't live twice.
You wanna get high as the sky
(You're kissin' your life goodbye) You're kissin' your life goodbye
(You think it's a game) You think it's a game that you play
(But the winners lose) But the winners lose it all someday.
He took the money to the dope man
and he said he had the best
next thing ya knew, cardiac arrest!
It was a rollercoaster, he couldn't get off
next thing I knew my friends' life was lost. Nooooooooo.
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You think it's a game, you think it's a game,
You wanna get high as the sky
(You're kissin' your life goodbye) You're kissin' your life goodbye
(You think it's a game) You think it's a game that you play
(But the winners lose) But the winners lose it all someday.
You wanna get high as the sky
(You're kissin' your life goodbye) You're kissin' your life goodbye
(You think it's a game) You think it's a game that you play
(But the winners lose) But the winners lose it all someday.
You wanna get high as the sky
(You're kissin' your life goodbye) You're kissin' your life goodbye
(You think it's a game) You think it's a game that you play
(But the winners lose) But the winners lose it all someday.
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.
But the real problem is the fear of the white girl
A porno star, you're in 3-D,
you're right in front of me,
under the strobe lights,
moving that ass right, lap dance,
I'm 'bout to bust in my pants.
Goddamn baby, take my money,
take my life, I'll diss friends,
I'll leave my wife.
Every night I'm in the front row waitin.
Contemplating, masturbating.
Tell me what to do and it's done,
You whisper in my ear tell me
I'm the one,
last night I think I gave you 15 hun,
but as for a date, I can't get one.
Strippers
I want my dick sucked.
Strippers
I wanna bust a nut.
(MONOLOGUE)
CHORUS
You're worse than a whore,
you won't fuck.
I wanna fuck you so damn bad
I'll give you anything you want
you can have my pad.
Girl I'll kill for you,
take my jewels, my cash.
Just put that pussy on my dick
and baby move that ass.
Your tits are so fat, I wanna
suck 'em dry
Push your clit near my face, I just
might try
Stick that ass out, stick it out baby,
you simulate your suckin my dick
drives me crazy.
I wanna ram it in your ass right now,
tonight baby I think I gave ya damn
near two thou,
you push your puss on my dick
you make my balls turn blue -
Don't make me rape you.
Strippers
Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
Alright, give it here, give it here.
No man let me do it, cool ice.
Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car.
Uh, hi officers, um, we had a flat tire back there.
Do you think you guys could help us out?
"Naw, that's not my job. My job's not to help your fuckin' ass out."
I mean, um, you know I don't have any other way to get home.
"That's not my job, asshole."
Well uh, could you tell me what your job is?
"Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe...
hey, wait a minute. Aren't you--"
Necessary evil
Look outside my window,
I still see a fucked up world
Waking up to helicopter and car alarams,
Does this happen where you live?
Gunshots sound in my my mind
I don't flinch anymore
When i see niggas in my hood,
They're holdin' their dicks tight
Yo, fuck my landlord
I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun
To erase the problem
Does this happen where you live?
Just had steak and lobster last night
Now i gotta rob a liquor store
But it seems so normal
Because it's necessary evil
Chorus
Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a
Stairwell, cop killed a little girl,
Armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by,
Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High
Head from a minor, sex with animals,
Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal,
Lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car
Can't pay my school loan, major jack move,
Holy underwear
Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain
Wrapped food,
Fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day
Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay
Taxes, gridlock traffic,
Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me,
Hit and run,
I got a fat bitch pregnant
Necessary evil
Little white kid with a kool-aid smile
Training wheels on his bike thought the
Called me a nigga
Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic,
He was holdin' his bike tight
He was a victim of fucked up explaining
An american example of fucked training
When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel
I was just necessary evil
Chorus
1994 BC Rise
Chorus:
Masters of revenge
Masters of payback
Inciters of chaos
Messengers of rage
All we wanna do to you
Is what you did to us
All we wanna take from you
Is what you stole from us
Chorus
Bodycount
You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill the truth
You're already dead
Chorus
Bodycount
You took my past
I want your future
You took your future
You took my parents
We want your children
Chorus
Boducount
There can never be justice
On stolen land
There's nowhere to run
You can't excape fate
Chorus
Bodycount
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Yeah
I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you
Muthafuckas sleep
I crawl in through your window and I
Muthafuckin' creep
I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds,
And I take out my knife and I cut off your
Muthafuckin' heads
I want your last breath
I want your last breath
Chorus
You're not dreamin'
You're not alone
Oh I want your last breath, your
Last breath, your last breath
I want your last breath
So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright
You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night
Are you asleep or awake you don't know
As you turn around,
And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground
I want your last breath
I want your last breath
Chorus
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house. Right
about now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story check out
the lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
when we went down South last year on tour.
Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
the kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
said "I love you, but my daddy don't play,
he's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK."
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.
You know what I'm sayin'. So we was down South fallin' in
love, you know, D-Roc had this Nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's
two twelve year old nieces. It was wild, you know what I'm
sayin', it got even worse, you know.
So one night they took us to a meetin'
white sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
there was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies,
talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies.
They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans,
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians.
We had our hoods on,
we were slick
she pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
talkin' 'bout killin' in a goddamn rage.
I got mad, my dick got hard
entered in her ass
she said, "Oh my God!"
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.
So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves
everybody. We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls,
it really don't matter. If you from Mars, and you got a pussy,
we will fuck you. You know, that's all we're sayin', word.
So every year when Body Count comes around
we throw an orgy in every little Southern town.
KKK's, Skinheads, and Nazi
girls break their necks
to get to the party.
It ain't like their men can't nut,
their dick's too little
and they just can't fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
we show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy'll really be after me,
when his grandson's named little Ice-T.
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ?
Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ?
Goin' down to shot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man,
Goin' down to shot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man,
That ain't too good
Hey Joe,
Heard you shot your woman down,
Hey Joe,
Heard you shot your lady down,
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl mess around town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl mess around town
I took out my gun,
Then I shot her
I shot her
Hey Joe,
Where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe,
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna go?
Goin' way down south,
Way down to mexico way
Goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free,
Ain't no hangman gonna,
Get a rope around me,
Ain't no hangman gonna,
There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin' niggas
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckin' niggas
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
don't they know the rules?
Those niggers are too hard core
this shit ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything
in the fuckin' world
That nigga plays so good
he took my muthafuckin' girl
there goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhoooooood,
There goes the neighborhood,
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood.
Da, Da, Da, Da, Da
We're here,
We ain't goin' nowhere.
We're movin' right next door to you,
Body Count, muthafucka.
And those of you that don't like it
can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha, ha, ha, ha.
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neightborhoooooood!
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neighborhood!
Here come them fuckin' niggas
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckin' niggas
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
Don't they know the rules?
Those niggas are too hard core
this shit ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world.
That nigga plays so good,
he took my muthafuckin' girl.
There goes the neighborhood
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil dick likes warm, wet places,
evil dick don't care about faces.
Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces,
evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces.
Evil dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
"Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep
alone,
don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep
aloooooooooone."
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
I had this girl
she said she loved me,
thought there was no one ever above me,
she wanted to marry
and have my child,
but evil dick
he had to get buck wild.
Took me out one night
out with the freaks
if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek.
My girl caught me skeezin' she said
I wasn't shit!
I said, "It wasn't me, baby.
it was the muthafucka
evil dick!"
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
"Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep
alone,
don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep
aloooooooooone."
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
And when evil dick has its way,
it sounds a little like this.
AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH
COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY,
AH, AH, AH, AH,
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH
OH, OH... DAMN DICK!
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
"Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep
alone,
don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep
I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night.
My life was fucked from the jumpstreet,
now this kite I write.
Never had half a fuckin chance,
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullshit,
my defense was a joke!
[You go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
with a fuckin public defender - the public
defender works with the fuckin D.A.!
Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're fucked, you're
fucked!]
Now this cell is my residence,
my address is The Row.
24 hour lock down,
when they'll kill me who knows ?
Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking
Guilty - we the unfree!
Dead men walking
I'm a genius from books now,
Never read on the street.
Never lifted a fuckin weight,
now my boys concrete.
Filed a hundred appeals or more,
no response from the state.
Get no phone calls or visits,
My mentality's hate!
[When I was on the street I had mother-
fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't
even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo,
they better not let me up out this mother-
fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!]
I get visits from doctors,
analyzing the ill.
Families pray for my death now,
vengeance lays for the kill.
CHORUS
[Does the defendant have any final words
he would like to say to the court ?
Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo,
you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I
feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let
me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you
jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm
comin one by one and blow your mother-
fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers!
No, keep your motherfuckin hands off!
Fuck that!]
So I think 'bout my past now,
my future holds only pain.
Involuntarily drugged by the state
for years,
now I know I'm insane.
When I'm moved shackled hands and feet,
my skin's covered in ink.
I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times,
now fuck god's how I think!
[You can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest
comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the -
I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare
hands, fuck that.]
So live your life to the fullest,
but remember don't trip.
One mistake you're my neighbor,
and there's no one here rich!
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (YEAH MUTHA FUCKAAAAAA!)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count, nigga!
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Body Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Body Count.
Awwwwwwwwww shit
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
On the bass I got my main muthafucka called Mooseman.
Layin' the rhythm tracks I got the one and only infamous D-Roc.
On the drums I got the one and only Beatmaster V muthafucka.
On lead guitars I got my nigga Ernie C.
And I'm Ice Mother Fuckin' T, bitch.
Come on come on, make some noise.
Yeah, goddamn it.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
Yeah!
Come on!
Yeah!
Make some noise!
BC, BC BC.
Body Count, muthafuckas!
(Chorus (x3):)
Play the game, get cash, get paid,
Get your money, get your power, get your bitches man!
(Ice:)
It's simple easy don't rock to vote,
Get your guns get your dope, that's all she wrote.
Lock your blocks cock your glocks get your gang in check
Fuck the copsget your money snatch that street respect
Get your cars on them big rims, chrome a must,
Keep your straps on you hips nigga ready to bust.
Don't sleep keep your hustle air tight and fly
Don't worry in the street life nobody dies!
(Chorus x3)
(Trigger rap)
(Chorus x3)
(Ice:)
I ain't afraid of you, cause none of ya'll can kill me,
I ain't afraid of you, cause nobody can kill me.
I ain't afraid of you, cause none of ya'll can kill me,
I ain't afraid of you, cause nobody can kill me.
I ain't afraid of you, cause none of ya'll can kill me,
I ain't afraid of you, cause nobody can kill me.
Invincible Gangsa Gangsta Gangsta
Invincible Gangsa Gangsta Gangsta
Invincible Gangsa Gangsta Gangsta
Invincible Gangsa Gangsta Gangsta
Play the game, get cash, get paid,
We don't like your kind round here,
We don't like those flashy cars.
We don't like that hippidy hop.
We don't listen to that roll and rock.
We just fish and hunt all day,
Sleep and drink beer let me make this clear.
If you ain't from these parts don't come round here,
If you ain't from these parts, beware and stay clear.
Got my shotgun ready, hound dog and machete,
Protecting my still, and I'm moonshine blind.
If you die your body wont be that easy to find,
To come down to these swamps you must be outta your mind.
(Chorus:)
Where I'm from, where I live, where I'll die.
Down on the Bayou
Where I'm from, where I live, where I'll die.
Down on the Bayou
We don't watch your TV shows.
We don't listen to your lying news.
We think fashion is stupid as shit.
I play my banjo and dance the jig.
Caught my first gattor when I was just a kid,
Bit off half my hand and my daddy ate it.
Don't wanna ever see the city cause I know I'll hate it,
Just some crawfish and lightning and I'm feeling fine.
Don't come round here boy stay with your kind,
It ain't safe down here and you may not leave here alive.
An old pickup truck full of rust
And I ain't paying none of your taxes so don't waste your time.
(Chorus)
Yeah I looked at TV once looked stupid
Yeah I got a chance to look at one of them superstar magazines
They all look stupid
I seen a picture of the city looked like a bunch of monkeys
Living on top of each other
I'm eating catfish, gator drinking fresh moonshine
Don't come around here I'll tell you one more time
Don't care about the life you choose
Cause way down here in the Bayou we got nothing to loose
Murder, murder, murder murder
Murder, murder, murder murder
Murder, murder, murder murder
Murder, murder, murder murder
Kill Kill Kill Kill
Jacker of life, the last thing you'll see is the flash
The last image my mask, the last breath is your gasp.
The roar of my machine, the smell of burnt flesh,
hot brass ejects, slugs rip through your weak vest.
Feel your bones shatter as my bullets ricochet,
this game is gun play, kill with skill.
I get the contract, make your will,
Cause I never miss, I'm the best at this!
Murder 4 Hire!
Murder 4 Hire!
Don't give a fuck who your are cash moves me,
M-O-B, C-I-A, F-B-I, use me, money for blood.
Take you out in a club, your car explodes in a lot,
Bodyguard wrong move your shot.
I'm a get you when you least expect it right in the head,
You can't get got, no way?
I'll hit you from a block away.
It's my decision, I got you in my night vision,
Snipe, I'm the type that'll kill you with a butter knife.
Murder 4 Hire!
(knock knock) Yeah 1, 2, 1, 2 let me get this tape recorder rolling
Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T,
eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count album?
Yeah, what is it, what what wa's up wa's up wa's up?
On the last album we didn't really feel that the group was up to par with today's metal standards.
Yeah whatever you know you know it's our second album you know we tried to bring you know get real, you know make you feel it...
Yeah well, I didnt feel it, I thought the guitar plaing was like a daisicle, the vocals were sub-standard.
Yeah well dude you know like we tried our best, you know what I'm sayin', we we we've been around the world, we did a lot of good shows, and a lot of people liked that last album.
Yeah but I mean me personally, I've been a metal head for years, I grew up on rock roll and I just didn't feel it.
Eh, yeah dude I understand what you're trying to-
I mean to be honest Ice T, I don't even think you should be in rock any more, I I I I can't feel what you do.
Eh yeah I understand man, but you know you're not-
Look Ice, I just don't feel what you guys are doin'.
Suck the rangers dick, bring him to mothafuckin pain,
Suck the sheeys up my ass crack, act like my balls are full of oxygen and your
drowning bitch,
Play real, all that old im cute and,
The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right,
Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark.
Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts,
Enter the black room, cash rules everything son.
Nobody's your friend fool go for your guns.
Trust no one, money buys souls and lives,
Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die.
Fucking with the quick to get you niggas,
Demons form hell!
(Chorus:)
They're rooms are oval, they're game global,
They make pawns of men.
I the name of god they keep us apart.
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do.
I'm just trying to live and shit.
Mother fuckers best prey that they don't blow us all away.
The power hungry fools on the hill.
Before they lose they'll push the fucking button, explode the air!
Winter and black rain, they play the End Game
Mother fuckers take what they can take.
Mother fucking snakes.
They stole this land we live on and kill to keep,
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby,
Hitman army, Hitman Navy.
Moved by the wicked had of money not love,
No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man.
Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth left.
(Chorus)
I ain't never done shit to your country of fam,
Don't want your oil man, don't want your land.
The people that your beefin with are not my friends,
They hate me too, and they want me to hate you.
It's the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted,
Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt.
It ain't the people of this planet, it's the kings and their courts.
And they do what they gotta do cause murders their sport.
"No matter how much of mu music you've ; listened to...
How many interviews you've read on me...
How many times you've seen me on TV...
No matter what you think...
You don't know me!"
(Chorus)
You don't know me...
Feel my pain!
You don't know me...
Feel my pain!
You don't know me, you don't know my life,
Don't know my struggle, don't know my pain.
Don't live in my brain, don't know my thoughts,
Don't know my fears, don't really know my name.
You just talk shit, talk like you know,
Talk like you been there, talk like you lived it.
Motherfucker I would like to take you one day,
Take you down to my hood, take you out to play.
See the results of AK spray, pick up a baby girl missing a leg,
Come home and find your whole family dead,
Get a 4.5 cocked up to your head.
Get jacked by the cops, beat down in the street,
No electricity, hungry for weeks.
You don't know, well I think you should,
Cause down in the ghetto well it ain't that good!
(Chorus)
You don't know me just heard the song,
Rapped with the music just sang along.
Never really pulled ad cocked the steel,
Never shot for real, never aimed to kill.
Never pushed no crack, never locked a block,
Never hit no cop, never packed a Glock.
You like listening to gangsta shit,
Makes you feel real hard-core, roll with the crips.
This shits real, soon you'll learn,
People do die, bullets do burn.
Go off in the ghetto and make the wrong turn.
Get your motherfucking cap let back!
Quicker than fuck you can get your ass stuck,
Dumped in a ditch, burnt in a truck.
Stick to the CD stay away,
Cause you don't know me and niggas don't play!
(Chorus)
This is not your life, You are just a visitor!
This is not your life!
This is not your life, You are just a visitor!
This is not your life!
You don't know me not like me at all,
Don't wake up everyday on edge of death.
I don't trust anybody including myself,
I feel like I'll die violently, fuck my health!
Or maybe you do and you feel the same,
Wake up with headaches cursing the game.
Grab at your brain like your going insane,
Then I know you can feel my pain!
This is not your life, You are just a visitor!
This is not your life!
This is not your life, You are just a visitor!
This is not your life!
In a certain life before you
there was a quest
a primitive art solution
into your death
this is the split of soul
you can't protect it
forgotten kind of art is now selected
Is this the answer to a glory life that you've chosen
what is the point to await a world deep frozen
now come to see the world in black is this unreal?
Burn down you can't imagine
a lost part into the engine
Body count
Body count
Cursed in your frustration
forgotten destination
a liquid mind is lost
swallowed to rot
Body count
Body count
Hate is running through the brain
simply possessed
eternal life erosion
that you compress
animated life-control
deformed impulse
provocated genocide
incubated skulls
Is this the answer to a glory life that you've chosen
what is the point to await a world deep frozen
now come to see the world in black is this unreal?
Burn down you can't imagine
a lost part into the engine
Body count
I ran home from school and threw my books on the table
And I turned on the TV, it was those days before cable
Got the national news on channels 3, 5 and 10
And I got home just in time to watch the numbers roll in
We got the body count from a conflict, not a war
We got the body count every afternoon at four,
(1,2,3,4!)
We had Richard M. Nixon, 1968 and my parents both agreed that our future looked great
But the number's getting bigger every night on my screen
And the median age of each corpse was 19
They were the body count from a conflict, not a war
We got the body count every afternoon at four
(1,2,3,4!)
You think things are bad now, well they've always been scared that kids have guns
Well we issued them then
Dead at 19 from an east LA slum his choice was war or college he was poor, not dumb
He was the body count, every afternoon at four
He stalks the night for his prey
He'll maim and kill while you pray
Legacy of his tragedy
Born to kill for his mother's sins
Twisted mind living to kill
Now you'll die, blood will spill
Another victim hacked to death
No warning when he'll strike
Legacy of his tragedy
Born to kill for his mother's sins
Twisted mind living to kill
Now you'll die, blood will spill
The body count continues
He terrorizes through innocence
As you see another death
Legacy of his tragedy
Born to kill for his mother's sins
Twisted mind living to kill
I heard the truth about you
And it really doesn't read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bell
Strange talk about Edgar Cayce and the long lame walk of the dark 70's
I heard the truth about you
Yeah you
Mama they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just eight years old
Heard big words with a horrible sound
Why'd they have to call my school
Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown
I wish I believed like you do
Yeah you
In the myth of a merciful god
In the myth of a heaven and hell
I hear the voices you hear sometimes
Sometimes it gets so much I feel like letting go
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard I feel like letting it all go
Letting it all go
I ran away, went looking for you
Back to Culver City and the old neighborhood
Need to know if you were really gone
Need to know if you were gone for good
I ran through the projects at night
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hide from the things he'd say
Said you weren't losing your mind
He said you just needed a rest
He said you'd be coming home soon
He said the doctors there would know what's best
Said that maybe I could go live with them for a while
I know the truth about you
I know the truth
Mama they woke me up
I was just eight years old
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it go
Letting it all go
You who are fighting the endless war
Told by generals to kill some more
Wake up in the morning, march over the hill
Whatever's in your way, you've got orders to kill
Got to get that body count
Remember kids and chickens count
Get that body count
The platoon got an order to attack a village
After you're through, you can loot and pillage
Rape all the women, murder the men
Fuck all the sheep, butcher the hens
Napalmed a village, hiking into sea
If anyone survived that clamity
Mutilated bodies, blown in two
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