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Bodycount
Body muthafuckin' count |
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| 2. |
| 5:20 |
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1994 BC Rise
Chorus: Masters of revenge Masters of payback Inciters of chaos Messengers of rage All we wanna do to you Is what you did to us All we wanna take from you Is what you stole from us Chorus Bodycount You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill the truth You're already dead Chorus Bodycount You took my past I want your future You took your future You took my parents We want your children Chorus Boducount There can never be justice On stolen land There's nowhere to run You can't excape fate Chorus Bodycount Payback muthafuckas |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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Necessary evil
Look outside my window, I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarams, Does this happen where you live? Gunshots sound in my my mind I don't flinch anymore When i see niggas in my hood, They're holdin' their dicks tight Yo, fuck my landlord I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun To erase the problem Does this happen where you live? Just had steak and lobster last night Now i gotta rob a liquor store But it seems so normal Because it's necessary evil Chorus Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a Stairwell, cop killed a little girl, Armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by, Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High Head from a minor, sex with animals, Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal, Lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car Can't pay my school loan, major jack move, Holy underwear Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain Wrapped food, Fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay Taxes, gridlock traffic, Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me, Hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant Necessary evil Little white kid with a kool-aid smile Training wheels on his bike thought the Called me a nigga Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic, He was holdin' his bike tight He was a victim of fucked up explaining An american example of fucked training When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel I was just necessary evil Chorus Necessary evil |
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You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 Nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by |
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Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Yeah I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you Muthafuckas sleep I crawl in through your window and I Muthafuckin' creep I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds, And I take out my knife and I cut off your Muthafuckin' heads I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last breath So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night Are you asleep or awake you don't know As you turn around, And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're no dreamin' |
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| 4:28 |
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Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, That ain't too good Hey Joe, Heard you shot your woman down, Hey Joe, Heard you shot your lady down, Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town I took out my gun, Then I shot her I shot her Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna go? Goin' way down south, Way down to mexico way Goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me |
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| 8. |
| 4:12 |
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Chorus:
You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldeirs lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit wars no more I won't fight to my death for you I won't watch my poor mama cry no more Muthafuck your red, white and blue Chorus Thousands of men go to war to fight for Politics which they don't understand Murder people who they never met When they make it home they're Considered a vet Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die Far from home, all alone, it's a sin All you get in return in a shit shallow grave Cause in war there's no way you can win Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck, You're just pawns in the game off the board Brainwashed to the point where you kill at The drop of a dime But it's not called a crime Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ? Thousands die, human beings you choose Once in you're owned by the man, Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave, Shallow graves Chorus You give me for honor |
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| 5:41 |
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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 a slow noose He's invincible Better watch his knife, There is no escape from the slow kill When it's time to go god serves a death blow, You have no choice, don't even try The only choice is suicide Surviving the game No escape No one's ever escaped Die |
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You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, Raise another brew to your face with you Swollen palm Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit Muthafucka, if I was high you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye Chorus: Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex every minute, Every hour of the day, Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit, You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts, Suckin' butt, With your tongue up my fuckin' ass, Chorus Get the fuck out my face Yeah Chorus You need to stay the fuck out my face Stay the fuck out my got damnned face |
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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 it in my brain What has it done to me Street lobotomy Chorus My brain - melted - down Brain - melted - down - lobotomy Need some more dope man Yeah got Any acid dude Got any ludes Chorus Drugs, liquor, drugs? I love to do blow That's the way to go You got some PCP? How 'bout some LSD? I'm havin' lots of fun I might as well use a gun Don't even ask my why Maybe I wanna die Chorus |
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| 12. |
| 5:59 |
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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 us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead |
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