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Body Count You're Fkin' With Bc Lyrics
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- You're Fkin' With Bc Lyrics / with translationsDo you know who you're f*ckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
kill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
hard liquor!
You're f*ckin with the
bitch dickas!
You're f*ckin 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,
f*ckin with my niggas from the Central,
why ? You'll die!
I can make ya missin f*ckin with
the unforgiven,
cop killer, blood spiller, but still a
million seller.
Run and tell your f*ckin mother,
Body Count is on the cover,
of Murder Monthly, bitch best back up
off me.
You're f*ckin with BC.
You're f*ckin with BC.
You're f*ckin with BC.
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
Ghetto dwellin, drug sellin, p*ssy suckin,
hard f*ckin,
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, motherf*ckin 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 f*ckin mom's grievin.
CHORUS
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
f*ckin folder,
known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug up
my f*ckin cellar.
Drama maker, law breaker, violent talker,
pig stalker,
Shot gunner, drug runner, blowin up this
f*ckin summer.
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, vest
wearin, cold starin,
Body Count the street vets, known to get
your chest wet!
CHORUS
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
kill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
hard liquor!
You're f*ckin with the
bitch dickas!
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
kill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
hard liquor!
You're f*ckin with the
bitch dickas!
You're f*ckin 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,
f*ckin with my niggas from the Central,
why ? You'll die!
I can make ya missin f*ckin with
the unforgiven,
cop killer, blood spiller, but still a
million seller.
Run and tell your f*ckin mother,
Body Count is on the cover,
of Murder Monthly, bitch best back up
off me.
You're f*ckin with BC.
You're f*ckin with BC.
You're f*ckin with BC.
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
Ghetto dwellin, drug sellin, p*ssy suckin,
hard f*ckin,
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, motherf*ckin street
titan.
Gang related, frustated, gun tote'n, ran-
some note'n,
park muggin, born thuggin, jewelry wear-
er, hood terror.
now you're bleedin, heart speedin.
Now you feel your life leavin,
Yo, your f*ckin mom's grievin.
CHORUS
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
f*ckin folder,
known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug up
my f*ckin cellar.
Drama maker, law breaker, violent talker,
pig stalker,
Shot gunner, drug runner, blowin up this
f*ckin summer.
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, vest
wearin, cold starin,
Body Count the street vets, known to get
your chest wet!
CHORUS
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
The ill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
kill niggas!
You're f*ckin with the
hard liquor!
You're f*ckin with the
bitch dickas!
Do you know who you're f*ckin with ?
Facts about You're Fkin' With Bc
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You're Fkin' With Bc is written by Body Count, D-roc, H. Jackson, Ice-t, John Locke, Mark Andes, Matt Andes, Timothy Blanton.
Who wrote You're Fkin' With Bc lyrics?
You're Fkin' With Bc is written by Body Count, D-roc, H. Jackson, Ice-t, John Locke, Mark Andes, Matt Andes, Timothy Blanton.
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Songwriter(s): body count, d-roc, h. jackson, ice-t, john locke, mark andes, matt andes, timothy blantonOfficial lyrics by
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