Artist：body count

Songs Title：body count

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

Sh*t ain't like that its real f**ked 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 worlds 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 f**k you

Tell us what to do f**k you

Tell us what to do f**k you

Tell us what to do f**k 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

Sh*t would hit the fan muthaf**ka

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 muthaf**kas

To south central

Ha ha

Yeah

F**k 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

No

No

No

Yo ernie c take these muthaf**kas home

Yeah

Yeah we in the house body count fools 1991 muthaf**kas

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 ni**a with open eyes

The worlds 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 f**k you

Tell us what to do f**k you

The tension mounts