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
will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children You can't hide the fact
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
Traduction: Ice-T. Body Count.
Traduction: Ice T. Body Count.
yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn?t count
But I don't give a fuck, cause ain't nobody gonna touch me I bet you, I be standing in the end I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins [Z-Ro:]
come from, probably lived in My life ain't straight and narrow man, I'm barely dodging prison Ain't you barely dodging it too, ain't you bout your paper too Don't
friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' You ain't dealing with the same
don't be sleepin' on me, this ain't a fuckin' dream I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team But I ain't slagin' dope, I slang Luda
need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks Don't
counting on that! Hey slick! Hey! Oh yea she wants me! Lily: Oliver you're not gonna belive this, Miley says she doesn't like Hannah Montana! Oliver:
with the sticker Kickin out girls that's nicety Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork Swine,
still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't
stick Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork Your sly, you
