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...

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

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, we in the house, Body Count, fools

1991 muthafucka

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 **** 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!

The tension mounts...