Talk Shit, Get Shot - Body Count

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Talk shit, GET SHOT!
Act hard motherfucker, GET SHOT!
Pop off, GET SHOT!
Run up motherfucker, GET SHOT!

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile, motherfuckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile, motherfuckers ain't got shot

Prepare for impact, masks and black gats.
You were speaking now your leaking with your bitch ass.
I'm' gonna say this once, I don't play with the AK
A trip, hit ya with clips and flip ya
I'm not your average reaper with a sweeper
Conflict turns the clock kicks a bullet hits
Motherfucker talk shit get your wig split
I don't give a fuck about you and your bitch clique

Talk shit, GET SHOT!
Act hard motherfucker, GET SHOT!
Pop off, GET SHOT!
Run up motherfucker, GET SHOT!

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile, motherfuckers ain't got shot in awhile.
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile, motherfuckers ain't got shot.

Don't push motherfucker, I push back
Fuck with me you catch a 223
We in the age of the gauge??? take a lot to make the talk stop
Black ops I live for the headshot
Act hard motherfucker stick your chest out
Break north bitch that will be your best route
Don't test me, I'm a psycho with a rifle
A beast with the piece
Bully with the fully

Anyone can get it
(Your gonna??? from school)
Anyone can get it
(??? shirts, praying to god)
Anyone can get it
(just coming back stage trying to get an autograph)
Anyone can get it!

For some reason, you motherfuckers think this is a game
You think you can say anything you want
And nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age
But let me tell you it can happen real easy
Don't make me bring the gravity nigga

You can get hit with the fifth
Twisted with the biscuit
Blasted with the ratchet
Jacked with a mac
Body with the shotty
Dumped with the pump
Rocked with the glock
Sprayed with the k
Dome with the chrome
Down with the pound
Tapped with the strap
Blast with the gat
Dusted with the musket
Tagged with the mag
Wrecked with the???
Bled with the lead

Talk shit, GET SHOT!
Act hard motherfucker, GET SHOT!
Pop off, GET SHOT!
Run up motherfucker, GET SHOT!

Talk shit, GET SHOT!

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Body Count is a crossover thrash band from the United States, best known for being fronted by Ice-T and causing a furor with the release of "Cop Killer" from their debut album, Body Count.

Besides Ice-T, Body Count included Ernie-C (lead guitar), Mooseman (bass), Beatmaster V (drums) and D-Roc (rhythm guitar). Their album attacked, in graphic terms, various aspects of racism and criminality in South Central Los Angeles (now South Los Angeles), including corrupt police officers. A few months after Body Count was released, parent groups and other advocates began protesting "Cop Killer". After months of intense pressure, Warner Brothers took the song off the album (replacing it with a bland version of Ice-T's - 'Freedom of Speech'). Ice T would leave the company soon after.

Priority Records released Body Count's follow-up, Born Dead which continued on in a simular vein from the debut, the album would also include a cover of Jimi Hendrix's Hey Joe but sales were low, and Mooseman left the group and was replaced by Griz. Body Count's third album Violent Demise: Last Days (1997) received better reviews than their previous efforts, but sales remained low. The band soon began to unravel, Griz left the band soon after the release of Violent Demise, Beatmaster V died of Leukemia, Mooseman was shot in a drive-by in winter 2000 while working for Iggy Pop and in late 2004 D-Roc died due to complications from lymphoma, leaving only Ice-T and Ernie-C from the original Body Count line-up.

Murder 4 Hire: Will Kill For Money is Body Count's follow-up record. It was realeased August 1, 2006.

On August 3, 2006, "You Don't Know Me (Pain)" was performed on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. The lyrics were slightly modified to mention the host of the show, Conan O'Brien, after he had jokingly requested that Ice-T include a "shout-out" to him in one of his songs. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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