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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Body Count
Body Count
Performer
Ernie.C
Ernie.C
Guitar
Ice T
Ice T
Rap
Moose Man
Moose Man
Bass
Beatmaster "V"
Beatmaster "V"
Drums
DRok
DRok
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernie.C
Ernie.C
Lyrics
Ice T
Ice T
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ernie.C
Ernie.C
Producer
Ice T
Ice T
Mixing Engineer
Bernard Matthews
Bernard Matthews
Engineer
Howie Klein
Howie Klein
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my fuckin' face You fuck with me, right here'll be your resting place Some ol' sucker, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder, in the first degree Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me They got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what the motherfucker eats Its stomach's filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door The back door The back door Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook And my posse's down, we don't mess around You fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground That night they got me locked in a row called death The governor, that motherfucker wants my last breath That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me Up here in this fuckin' penitentiary Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what that sucker eats Its stomach's filled with my homeboys Guts made out of steel and concrete Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door The back door The back door Yeah Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what the motherfucker eats Its stomach's filled with my homeboys Guts made out of steel and concrete Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what the sucker eats Its stomach's filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door The back door The back door
Writer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ernest T. Cunnigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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