Body Count - You're Fuckin' With BC

Yo man, I think you need to get the fuck out of my face with that old bullshit

Do you know who you're fuckin' with?
The ill niggas!
You're fuckin' with the
Kill niggas!
You're fuckin' with the
Hard liquor!
You're fuckin' with the
Bitch dickers!
You're fuckin' with the

Cash makin, life takin, overlord
Street hustlin, quick bustin, snitch dustin'
Body dumpin, gauge pumpin'
Clean dresser, mic blesser
Shallow graves are in the desert
Fuckin' with my niggas from the Central
Why You'll die!
I can make ya missin fuckin' with the unforgiven
Cop killer, blood spiller, but still a million seller
Run and tell your fuckin' mother
Body Count is on the cover
Of Murder Monthly, bitch best back up off me

You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
Do you know who you're fuckin' with?

(Ice-T why do all your records have to be so violent?)
Look you don't like the records, you know what I'm sayin, go out and buy a fuckin' Hootie & The Blowfish album or some shit like that. Think I give a fuck?

Ghetto dwellin, drug sellin, pussy suckin, hard fuckin'
Drive by'n, do or die'n, bitch smackin, cash stackin
Switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I make my livin'
Hit ridin, pit fightin, motherfuckin' street titan
Gang related, frustated, gun tote'n, ransom note'n
Park muggin, born thuggin, jewelry wearer, hood terror
Steppin's where you made your error
Now you're bleedin, heart speedin'
Now you feel your life leavin'
Yo, your fuckin' mom's grievin'

You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
Do you know who you're fuckin' with?

The ill niggas!
The kill niggas!

Benz smashin', club crashin', high fashion, jury bashin'
Child snatcher, hoe catcher, neck slasher
Mic rippin, set trippin, coke boilin, gun oilin'
Car jackin, head crackin, bank robbin', roof jobbin'
Laser scope'n, hostage ropin', known to get your safe open
Shoot you in your back nigga, the hair trigga
Banana clip loader, LAPD get my fuckin' folder
Known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug up my fuckin' cellar
Drama maker, law breaker, violent talker, pig stalker
Shot gunner, drug runner, blowin up this fuckin' summer
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, vest wearin, cold starin
Body Count the street vets, known to get your chest wet!

You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
You're fuckin' with BC
Do you know who you're fuckin' with?

The ill niggas!
The kill niggas!

The ill niggas!
You're fuckin' with the
Kill niggas!
You're fuckin' with the
Hard liquor!
You're fuckin' with the
Bitch dickers!

Do you know who you're fuckin' with ?