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body count - a statistic
A statistic:
At this moment,
there are more black males in prison
than in college.
body count - 99 problems bc
I got a hoe from the east, I got a hoe from the west
Got a hoe who likes to jerk it off and rob it in a chest
I got a bitch from the north, I got a bitch from the south
I got a bitch who like to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with air, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with an ass big as a tv set
And there's a bitch over there
Hey, the one I'm gonna get or maybe not!
She might not like me, though
No sweat to a vet, I rock her sister, though.
Or I rock the whole damn heard
Fuck them all and leave them on a curb.
I got a bitch with a mink, who likes a fat gold ling,
Who likes to fuck me with an ass upon the kitchen sink
I got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey, I give her a pass, and I love them all!
I love them crazily, and they love me back
That's why they stay with me!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
I got a bitch, this old, a bitch, this new
A bitch who loves velvet and the colours blue.
I got a bitch this fat, a bitch this built
A bitch who all the titties give powder milk.
I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
I got a bitch who loves fucking on airplane
I even got a bitch who have soul train.
I got a bitch who owns rock top bands, long ends!
I got a bitch who's broke as a plum
But she's the most fun!
I got a bitch who plays piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my phone and probably calls
And I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
I got a bitch who loves the g
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me.
I got a bitch who loves boats
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes.
I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch who's slow
A bitch that's a virgin, and a bitch that's a hoe.
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true,
A bitch who's a man, because your bitch is too!
I got a bitch this cool, a bitch this hot,
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost, and one who knows where is at
She gets up on me and purrs like a cat.
I got a bitch that runs, a bitch that walks
A bitch she yells, a bitch she talks,
A bitch this dirty, a bitch this mean
A super fan bitch that I not to Me
Then I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 Problems and the bitch ain't one!
body count - back to rehab
You say you took your last drink ,bullshit
You?re checkin? in next week, bullshit
You say you?re finished with drugs, bullshit
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last trip
Tell this to somebody else
You?re checkin? in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, go,go
You say you?re aiming high
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else
You?re checkin? in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?
I?m sick and fucking tired
Of hearing your fucking excuses
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, go,go
We sing this song or all of us
That have people who struggle with addictions
We sing this song cause we want you all to live
And don?t waste your life ,man
Go,go,go,go
Why I it always anyone else instead of you?
You?re gonna wake up dead in this game you play
You got one chance
I?m just checkin? you in
The sad thing is we don?t wanna see you die
You say you?re aiming high
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else
You?re checkin? in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?
You think all of your friends turned on you?
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, bak,back,back,back to rehab
Go back,back,back,back to rehab
Go, go,go, go back
body count - body count
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and watch TV and I wonder what it would be like
to live someplace like the Cosby show,
Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
the cops come and got you cat outta the tree
and all your friends died of old age.
But you see, I live in South Central 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 mothafucka
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 mothafuckas to South Central
(Drum solo)
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
Last weekend 37 kids killed in gang warfare
in my backyard
(Guitar solo)
Yo, Earnie C, take these mothafucka home
(Guitar solo)
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 mothafuckas
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 politicans
Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
The tension mounts...
body count - body count anthem
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,
BC, BC, BC, BC.
body count - body count s in the house
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.
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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.
Uh!
Yeah!
Uh!
Come on!
Yeah!
Make some noise!
BC, BC BC.
Body Count, muthafuckas!
Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
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body count - born dead
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
Dead
Born dead
body count - bowels of the devil
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,
the back door, the back door, the back door.
body count - bring it to pain
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?
Let me bring it to pain.
body count - c note
[instrumental]
10. Voodoo
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)
muthafuck the Voodoo.
body count - 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 guage 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 grievin' ... fuck 'em!
Cop killer, but tonight we get even
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, it's better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, i know your family's grievin' ... fuck 'em!
Cop killer, but tonight we get even
Die, die, die, pig, die!
Fuck the police!
Cop killer, it's better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, i know your family's grievin' ... fuck 'em!
Cop killer, but tonight we get even
Fuck the police!
Fuck the police, for daryl 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 mothafuckin' courage
Fuck the police, sing along!
Cop killer!
I'm a motherfucker cop killer!
Cop killer!
body count - d rocs
[Instrumental]
body count - dead man walking
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 motherfuckin boys, where's my bitch?
She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me
up out this motherfucka , 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.
(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 motherfuckin 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 - dirty bombs
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 their here with us,
We're all gonna die.
He's spreading the terror.
But they're all called terrorists,
The news sells the fear even if it's a lie!
Run for your life! Dirty bomb! No one is safe!
Anthrax attack! No one will survive!
Run for your life! Dirty bomb! No one is safe!
Anthrax attack! No one will survive!
Terror! Terror! Terror! Terror!
Get ready, gas masks, join up, fight back,
Kill them before they can 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 Christians,
I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
Terror! Terror! Terror! Terror!
"Good evening welcome to channel 4 news.
Attention! Beware of all Middle Eastern people.
They could possibly be terrorists!
Be very afraid of them"
I wanna live forever I don't wanna die
Run for your life! Dirty bomb! No one is safe!
Anthrax attack! No one will survive!
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