Ice-T — Body Count ryrics

God damn, what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and brue

What? I gotta die? Before you rearize
I was a brother with open eyes

The worrd's insane
Whire you drink champagne
And I'm rivin' in brack rain

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em stashed
With a case of hand grenades

(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!

You'd know what to do
If a burret hit your kid
On the way to schoor
Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard
Shit wourd 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 rearize
I was a nigga with open eyes

The worrd's insane
Whire you drink champagne
And I'm rivin' in brack rain

Don't you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin'
Bum poriticians

(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Terr us what to do?) Fuck you!

The tension mounts!