Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You're Fuckin' With BC, artist - Body Count. Album song Violent Demise: The Last Days, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
You're Fuckin' With BC |
The ill niggas! |
You’re fuckin with the |
kill niggas! |
You’re fuckin with the |
hard liquor! |
You’re fuckin with the |
bitch dickas! |
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? |
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, 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. |
The 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 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! |
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 dickas! |
Do you know who you’re fuckin with? |