You Know Sometimes I Sit At Home, You Know,

And I Watch T.V. And I Wonder What It Would Be Like

To Live Someplace Like, You Know, The Cosby Show,

Ozzie And Harriet, You Know, Where

Cops Come And Got Your Cat Outta The Tree

All Your Friends Died Of Old Age,

But You See, I Live In South Central Los Angeles And Unfortunately...

SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL F**kED UP!



Goddamn What A Brotha Gotta Do

To Get A Message Through

To The Red, White And Blue?

What I Gotta Die

Before You Realize

I Was A Brotha With Open Eyes?

The World's Insane

While You Drink Champagne

And I'm Livin' In Black Rain.

You Try To Ban The A.K.,

I Got Ten Of 'em Stashed

With A Case Of Hand Grenades.



Tell Us What To Do... F**k You!

Tell Us What To Do... F**k You!

Tell Us What To Do... F**k You!

Tell Us What To Do... F**k You!



You Know What You'd Do

If A Kid Got Killed On The Way To School

Or A Cop Shot Your Kid In The Backyard.

Shit Would Hit The Fan, Muthaf**ka

And It Would Hit Real Hard.

I Hear It Every Night, Another Gunfight,

The Tension Mounts,

On With The Body Count.



Yo, Beatmaster "V", Take These Muthaf**kas

To South Central.



Ha Ha.

Yeah

F**k That.



I Hear It Every Night,

Another Gunfight,

The Tension Mounts,

On With The Body Count.



Last Weekend Thirty-seven Kids Killed In Gang Warfare,

In My Backyard.



No!

No!

No!



Yo, Ernie C., Take These Muthaf**kas Home.



Yeah.



Yeah, We In The House, Body Count Fools, 1991 Muthaf**kas.



I Hear It Every Night,

Another Gunfight,

The Tension Mounts,



On With The Body Count.



Goddamn What A Brotha Gotta Do

To Get A Message Through

To The Red, White And You?

What I Gotta Die Before You Realize

I Was A Nigga With Open Eyes?

The World's Insane

While You Drink Champagne

And I'm Livin' In Black Rain,