SPICE 1


1990 - Sick Lyrics

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album

I murda like this, I murda like that
(This, that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my motherf**kin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, Necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead f**kin' body hanga
Peepin' out the window with an A.K., pullin' up on these copper

Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin' me, "Nigga, get the f**k out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should I kick open the door and go to war
Or should I stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a f**k you note
Hallucinations of seein' lynched bodies burnin'

And all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin' back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight motherf**kin' jack
A straight motherf**kin' jack
A straight motherf**kin' jack

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album

Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)

Nigga's to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on OJ's dick
Motherf**kers still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech knowledga white boys
Blew up the f**kin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz still bangin' and slangin' crack
To the death, when the game put 'em up on they back
Motherf**kers catchin' AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the block

And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin' four or five motherf**kin' choppers before it's twelve
Motherf**kers think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin' shit
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album

1990-sick, I grasp my dick
The lunatic quick to grab my tech, put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where I come from
Desert Eagle packin dum ditty, ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin', horrifyin' G, yeah, I'ma choke you
The killa niggaz on hop
We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my f**kin' nigga Pac
Don't cross my path, no class

I be like shit in your motherf**kin' ass
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid through
Evil niggaz tryin' to get rid of you
No witnesses, so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one time'll be arrestin'
Killa niggaz don't play that
It's Compton on no like your dome we stompin'
But in that gang affiliation
Shit goes pop, we won't stop
Uhh, in 1990-Sick

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherf**kin' album

Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick
1990-Sick
1990-Sick
1990-Sick
1990-Sick

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