A statistic At this moment, there are more black males in prison than in college
what you did to us All we wanna take from you Is what you stole from us Masters of revenge Masters of payback Inciters of chaos Messengers of rage Body count
on the same racist bullshit That's fucked this world up from day one You can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em To suck your dick or do like Body Count
Yo it's my way, no way, get dumped on the highway. Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray. Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood, a bug, thug,
Necessary evil Look outside my window I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarms Does this happen where you live? Gunshots
You have the right to remain silent Anything you say can and will be used Against you in court and law What do you got to say? Yah, ain't do it, fuck
{On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity Why men are constantly in the search for sex and new sexual partners}
No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldiers lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit
You killed my fuckin' brotha Payback, muthafucka 1 8 7 nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge, drive by
Drugs, liquor, drugs I love to smoke crack I love to shoot smack I love to fuckin' drink I love my smoke when it stinks I need it in my veins I need
I love you and will always love you When I'm without you, I feel so alone When I was young, I didn't know you existed But introduced to you still as a
A porno star, you're in 3-D You're right in front of me Under the strobe lights Moving that ass right, lap dance I'm 'bout to bust in my pants Goddamn
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story You know what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love
Yeah, yeah Murder, death As I search to analyze reality The true meaning of life Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life is
Yo moose, stop the car right here. Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. stay in the
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist But the real problem is the fear of the white girl Falling
Lies, betrayal, lies, truth or death Lies, betrayal, lies Who the fuck can I trust? The whole fuckin' world is built on deception, false perception Look
