POLICE, sing along. COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up? COP KILLER! Good choice. COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER! COP KILLER
C, B C, B C, B C B C, B C, B C, B C B C, B C, B C, B C Body count, body count Body count, body count Body count, body count Body count, body count B
Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew I was actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my
body count Yo, Beatmaster V Take these muthafuckas to South Central Ha ha, yeah, fuck that I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the body count
Evil dick Evil dick, evil dick Evil dick, evil dick Evil dick likes warm, wet places Evil dick don't care about faces Evil dick likes young, tiny, small
A statistic At this moment, there are more black males in prison than in college
{On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity Why men are constantly in the search for sex and new sexual partners}
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story You know what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love
Yo moose, stop the car right here. Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. stay in the
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist But the real problem is the fear of the white girl Falling
goes the neighborhood Da, da, da, da, da We're here, we ain't goin' nowhere We're movin' right next door to you Body count, muthafucka And those of
{This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides Now sports}
Way down in New Orleans, yeah I met this old lady She said she'd teach me 'bout voodoo (Voodoo) She said she knew about voodoo (Voodoo) She said she'd
police, sing along Cop killer Cop killer Cop killer Cop killer Cop killer, whaddyou wanna be when you grow up? Cop killer, good choice Cop killer, I'm a muthafuckin' Cop killer Cop killer
This next record is dedicated to some Personal friends of mine, the L.A.P.D. For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody Beat 'em down or
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa [Lil' One] I dont play y'all niggaz, I spray y'all niggaz Leave bodies roasted, flame
Gettin' ready for a C.K Here comes some ?? from that Ricket nigga with no further delay [TROLL LOC] Load up the guns cause now you fuckin' with a killa trigga cop
