Body Count - You're Fuckin' With BC lyrics

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?