Ice T - Body Count Lyrics
God damn, what a brother gotta doTo get a message throughTo the red, white and blueWhat? I gotta die? before you realizeI was a brother with open eyesThe worlds insaneWhile you drink champagneAnd Im livin in black rainYou try to ban the a.k.I got ten of em stashedWith a case of hand grenades(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!Youd know what to doIf a bullet hit your kidOn the way to schoolOr a cop shot your kid in the back yardShit would hit the fan and hit hard!ChorusI hear it every night, another gun fightThe tension mountsOn with the body count!God damn what a brother gotta doTo get a message throughTo the red, white and you?What? I gotta die? before you realizeI was a nigga with open eyesThe worlds insaneWhile you drink champagneAnd Im livin in black rainDont you hear the guns?You stupid, dumb, dick suckinBum politicians(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!(tell us what to do? ) ***** you!The tension mounts!
