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The ill niggas!You're fuckin with thekill niggas!You're fuckin with thehard liquor!You're fuckin with thebitch dickas!You're fuckin with thecash makin, life takin, overlord,street hustlin, quick bustin, snitch dustin,body dumpin, gauge pumpin,clean dresser, mic blesser, shallowgraves are in the desert,fuckin with my niggas from the Central,why ? You'll die!I can make ya missin fuckin withthe unforgiven,cop killer, blood spiller, but still amillion seller.Run and tell your fuckin mother,Body Count is on the cover,of Murder Monthly, bitch best back upoff me.You're fuckin with BC.You're fuckin with BC.You're fuckin with BC.Do you know who you're fuckin with ?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 Imake my livin,hit ridin, pit fightin, motherfuckin streettitan.Gang related, frustated, gun tote'n, ran-some note'n,park muggin, born thuggin, jewelry wear-er, 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.CHORUSThe ill niggas!The kill niggas!Benz mashin, club crashin, high fashion,jewelry bashin,child snatcher, hoe catcher, neck slasher.Mic rippin, set trippin, coke boilin,gun oil'n,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 myfuckin folder,known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug upmy fuckin cellar.Drama maker, law breaker, violent talker,pig stalker,Shot gunner, drug runner, blowin up thisfuckin summer.Handgrenade'n, home invadin, vestwearin, cold starin,Body Count the street vets, known to getyour chest wet!CHORUSDo you know who you're fuckin with ?The ill niggas!You're fuckin with thekill niggas!You're fuckin with thehard liquor!You're fuckin with thebitch dickas!Do you know who you're fuckin with ?
Body Count You're Fkin' With Bc