Body Count Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

God damn, what a brother gotta do 

To get a message through 

To the red, white and blue 

What? I gotta die? Before you realize 

I was a brother 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?) 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 do 

If a bullet hit your kid 

On the way to school 

Or a cop shot 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! 

God damn what a brother 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 

Don'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!