You’re Fuckin’ With BC Body Count

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?