Body Count

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Body Count

You know, sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV
And I wonder what would be like to live some place 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 brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red and white and blue
What? I gotta die before you realize
I was a brother with opened eyes?
The world's insane while you drink champagne
And I'm living in black reign
You try to ban the A.K
I got ten of them 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 your kid got killed on the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard
Shit would hit the fan motherfucker and it would hit real hard
I hear it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts, on with the body count

Yo Beatmaster V, take these motherfuckers to South Central
Ha ha ha, yeah, fuck that
I hear it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts, on with the body count
Last weekend thirty seven kids killed in gang warfare in my back yard
No! No! No!
Yo Ernie C, take these motherfuckers home, yeah
Yeah we in the house, Body Count fool, 1991 motherfucker
I hear it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts, on with the body count

Goddamn what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red and white and you?
What? I gotta die before you realize
I was a nigga with opened eyes?
The world's insane while you drink champagne
And I'm living in black reign
Don't you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick sucking, bum politicians

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

The tension mounts