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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Body Count
Body Count
Performer
Riley Gale
Riley Gale
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Gale
Riley Gale
Songwriter
Vince Dennis
Vince Dennis
Songwriter
Will Dorsey
Will Dorsey
Songwriter
Putney, Will
Putney, Will
Songwriter
TRACY LAUREN MARROW
TRACY LAUREN MARROW
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Scott Putney
William Scott Putney
Producer

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Poor little Johnny didn't live to see sixteen Gun made his lung collapse Buried the body of his brother the next week Cops shot him twice in the back Wrong floor, kicked down the door No questions asked (Police mothafucka) Eyes meet, both on their feet They open fire before he can speak Wrong place, wrong time Stay out the streets is what they mama said Dead man, no crime School boys, they never broke a law Anywhere, any time They shoot first and ask questions last Could be yours, could be mine And then they point the finger at you (And then they point the finger at you) Unarmed, it don't matter, you can get got Your own home, it don't matter, you can get shot They feel fear and start squeezing that gat They shoot to kill, now you're flat on your back Dead witness, no coincidence Drug deal gone bad (Drug deal gone bad) The fuckin' badge is the biggest gang We've ever had Wrong place, wrong time Dealer dead, no drugs, no cash Dead man, no crime Cops shot him, said he reached for a gun Anywhere, any time They shoot first and ask questions last Could be yours, could be mine And then they point the finger at you How many more innocent people and kids Gotta get killed by these police, man? And then it's always the victim's fault This is some fuckin' bullshit Wrong place, wrong time They shoot first and ask questions last Dead man, no crime And then they point the finger at you
Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Will Dorsey Jr, Vincent Duhuan Dennis, Tracy Lauren Marrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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