Текст (слова) песни: Spice-1 f MC Eiht - 1990-Sick (Kill `Em All)

 
Chorus: 
 
Kill em all (4X) 
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album 
Kill em all (4X) 
Don`t kick up in the dirt when I`m puttin in work 
Kill em all (4X) 
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album 
 
[Spice 1] 
 
I murda like this (this) I murda like that (that) 
Pull an AK-47 up out my motherfuckin gangsta hat 
Professional, Columiban, Necktie, barbwire 
strangula, over killa, dead fuckin 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin jack 
a straight motherfuckin jack 
a straight motherfuckin jack 
 
Chorus 
 
(Get the hell off my dick, I`m 1990-sick) 
(1990-sick) *repeat 4X* 
 
[Spice 1] 
Nigga`s to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick 
Marcia Clark screamin out murda, jumpin on OJ`s dick 
Motherfuckers still sufferin and healin 
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildin 
Crazy niggaz still bangin and slangin crack 
to the death, when the game put em up on they back 
Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin choppers before it`s twelve 
Motherfuckers 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 
 
Chorus 
 
[MC Eiht] 
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 gyeah I`ma choke you 
The killa niggaz on hop 
We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin nigga Pac 
Don`t cross my path, no class 
I be like shit in your motherfuckin 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 
Uhhh, in 1990-sick 
 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
 
(Get the hell off my dick, i`m 1990-sick) 
(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*
 

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