Ice T
Body Count
God damn, what a brother gotta doTo get a message throughTo the red, white and blueWhat? I gotta die? Before you realizeI was a brother with open eyesThe world's insaneWhile you drink champagneAnd I'm livin' in black rainYou try to ban the A.K.I got ten of 'em stashedWith 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 doIf a bullet hit your kidOn the way to schoolOr a cop shot your kid in the back yardShit would hit the fan and hit hard!Letras de canciones[CHORUS]I hear it every night, another gun fightThe tension mountsOn with the body count!God damn what a brother gotta doTo get a message throughTo the red, white and you?What? I gotta die? Before you realizeI was a nigga with open eyesThe world's insaneWhile you drink champagneAnd I'm livin' in black rainDon'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
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