“Body Count”
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue
What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a brother 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’d know what to do
If a bullet hit your kid
On the way to school
Or a cop shot 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!
God damn what a brother 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 politicians
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
The tension mounts!
About Ice-T Lyrics
Artist: Ice-T
Related songs: Fried Chicken Lyrics
Album: The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech…
Release date: October 10, 1989
Label: …….
Born: February 16, 1958 (age 64 years), Newark, New Jersey, United States
Marriage location: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
Grandchild: Elyjah Marrow
Songwriting partners: Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane, Nelly, Ed Sheeran, MORE
Awards: Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group, MORE
Nominations: MTV Movie & TV Award for Best Breakthrough Performance, MORE