Born Dead
1994 BC still in the house They did Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead Ice T - Lead VocalsErnie C - Lead and Acoustic GuitarMooseman - BassD Roc - Rhythm GuitarsBeatmaster 'V' - DrumsSean E. Sean - SniperSean E. Mack - Kidnapper Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com BODY COUNT LYRICS
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026
You know, sometimes, I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV 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 out of 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 fucked up! Goddamn, 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 living in black rain Try to ban the AK, 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 know what you'd do if your kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard Shit would hit the fan, motherfucker, 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 motherfuckers to South Central Ha ha Yeah Fuck that I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the Body Count Last weekend, 37 kids killed in gang warfare In my backyard No! No! No! Yo, Ernie C., take these motherfuckers home Yeah Yeah, we in the house, Body Count, fools, 1991, motherfucker I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the Body Count Goddamn, 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 living in black rain Don't you hear the guns, you stupid, dumb, dick-sucking, bum politicians? (Tell us what to do) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do) Fuck you! The tension mounts...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 18, 2026
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Bodycount muthafuckas
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
1994 BC still in the house They did Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead Ice T - Lead VocalsErnie C - Lead and Acoustic GuitarMooseman - BassD Roc - Rhythm GuitarsBeatmaster 'V' - DrumsSean E. Sean - SniperSean E. Mack - Kidnapper Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com BODY COUNT LYRICS
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026