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, pussy 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, ransome 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 f*ckin 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 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!
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?
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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, pussy 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, ransome 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 f*ckin 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 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!
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, pussy 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, ransome 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 f*ckin 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 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!
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?
Writer: D. MILES, L. ROBERTS, T. MARROW, V. WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group