Count 'Em Up

[Intro] How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island? One, two, three, four, five (Yeah) Count 'em up son Count 'em up son One, two, three, I'm losing count One, two, three, four, five, count 'em up son [Verse 1: Masta Ace] Yo, they just did a raid in my neighborhood Guess they running out of field labor Shaney from 6A, Mikey from 6B Cells right next to each other so they still neighbors If you're selling loosies or you're smoking weed They send you off to college, they got everything you need Three square meals and a place to bathe Numbers on the rise, an entire race of slaves Cops like recruiters trying to increase enrollment Forget about that wife that you should be getting old with (Forget it) Forget about them kids that you should be here to raise (Nah) Legal aid told you that you could be here for days (Damn) Didn't want to tell you that you're probably here for years Look at all the numbers, you're surrounded by your peers Dudes from your neighbourhood, some you went to school with Cats you had beef with, other you was cool with (Cool with) There's so many of us, I mean plenty of us Cops rolled up, bag like twenty of us Fuck laws and the probable cause Search and seizure leave you out of your drawers, yeah (Wow) Spread your cheeks, bend over, cough (Say what?) Another false arrest with no remorse (Come on) And tomorrow it's the same shit again Hard to keep track of all the brothers going in Count 'em [Chorus: Masta Ace] One, two, three, four, five Count 'em up son One, two, three, four, five Count 'em up son Bodies on the rise and going up some Cries for all the lives getting stuck son Count 'em One, two, three, four, five Count them up son [Verse 2: Lil Fame] They always posted up in my neighborhood (Yeah) Searching all through my neighbors' goods (C'mon) Fuck with that little boy, I'ma catch a bid Now get your fucking hands off him copper, that's a kid It was one hot summer day chillin' on the ave The pig came through, ice grillin' on the ave He got a death wish, but you know what that's about Cause you're three, four, five, they gon' lay his ass out, now Back to the street shit (Yeah), goons is goons and (Yeah) Fools is fools and (Yeah) rules is rules but (What?) There's principles even if you a sinner That's the reason most of my people in the pen are ten up 'Cause one day you're up, next day you're down Covered with a sheet, coppers hit him with a round (Round) That's why I got a license to ill And like two, three, four files bitch I'm licensed to kill This is everyday life in the 'ville Get money, get drunk, get high, throw dice in the 'ville You ain't go'n kill a homie off and talk about me in the interview "Yo, that's a female cop", Miss Piggy can get it too One shot's for a crooked cop, raw deal One more for Commissioner O'Neal (Blam!) Stop locking us up, stop doing us wrong We like two, three, four five million strong (Yeah) [Chorus: Masta Ace] One, two, three, four, five Count 'em up son One, two, three, four, five Count 'em up son Bodies on the rise and going up some Cries for all the lives getting stuck son Count 'em One, two, three, four, five Count them up son [Outro] One, two, three, four, five I'm losing count No matter what the sum, it's too big of an amount One, two, three, four, five (One, two, three) I'm losing count One, two, three, four, five No matter what the sum, it's too big of an amount Yeah