your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan and hit hard! [CHORUS] I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts On with the body count
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it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping
body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count
Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your
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Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew I was actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my
I knew a close encounter was inevitable. Now we`re alone, your eyes staring deep into my soul, together we sit in darkness. You know I want you, your
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This is an instrumental song
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
Prozac attack, feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed
I don't remember my mama Dad sold crack all night My life was fucked from the jump street Now this kite I write Never had half a fuckin' chance My whole
body count Yo, Beatmaster V Take these muthafuckas to South Central Ha ha, yeah, fuck that I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the body count
Intro A-yo ice, man. i'm working on this term paper for college. what's the First amendment? Verse 1 Freedom of speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count
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