1990Sick

<br>Chorus:<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Kill em all (x4)<br><br><br><br>Cuz everybody dyin on this muthafuckin album<br><br><br><br>Kill em all (x4)<br><br><br><br>Dont kick up in the dirt when Im puttin in work<br><br><br><br>Kill em all (x4)<br><br><br><br>Cuz everybody dyin on this muthafuckin album<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>I murda like this (this)<br><br><br><br>I murda like that (that)<br><br><br><br>Pull an ak-47 up out my muthafuckin gangsta hat<br><br><br><br>Professinal, columiban, necktiea, barbwire<br><br><br><br>Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin body hanga<br><br><br><br>Peepin out the window with an ak<br><br><br><br>Pullin up on these coppas<br><br><br><br>Helicoptas, squad cars, squat 10s with choppas<br><br><br><br>They tellin me &quot;nigga, get the fuck out before ya die<br><br><br><br>If you surrender, well make sure that you quickly fry&quot;<br><br><br><br>Should I kick open the door and go to war<br><br><br><br>Or should I stick my throat<br><br><br><br>Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note<br><br><br><br>Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin<br><br><br><br>And all the po-po had faces like mark furhman<br><br><br><br>Tear gas through my glass window pane<br><br><br><br>They wanna put me back up in the nut house again<br><br><br><br>But Im not goin back and take my prozac<br><br><br><br>They can keep the straight jacket<br><br><br><br>And leave a straight mutha fuckin jack<br><br><br><br>A straight mutha fuckin jack<br><br><br><br>A straight mutha fuckin jack<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>(get the hell off my dick, Im 1990-sick)<br><br><br><br>(1990-sick) (x4)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Niggas to pull the lynch<br><br><br><br>Yayo case and stick<br><br><br><br>Marcia clark screamin out murda, jumpin on ojs dick<br><br><br><br>Muthafuckas still sufferin and healin<br><br><br><br>Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildin<br><br><br><br>Crazy niggas still bangin and slangin crack<br><br><br><br>To the death, when the game put em up on they back<br><br><br><br>Muthafuckas catchin names, from shootin high<br><br><br><br>And phony niggas still get sprayed up on the block<br><br><br><br>And I aint changed much, hell<br><br><br><br>Im still smokin four or five muthafuckin choppas before its twelve<br><br><br><br>Muthafuckas think they know me, but they dont know<br><br><br><br>Im sellin first class tickets to the murda show<br><br><br><br>Dont wanna rap about no nigga, lets get it on<br><br><br><br>Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone<br><br><br><br>So all you niggas up in the magazines talkin shit<br><br><br><br>Get off my dick, Im 1990-sick<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Muh-uh-mobbin up out the cu-uh-cut<br><br><br><br>With a ready to pow one<br><br><br><br>Nuh-uh-90 sick content of the album<br><br><br><br>If theres a cure for this, dont cure me<br><br><br><br>Im comin with the fury<br><br><br><br>Playa hatas gettin hung up like a jury<br><br><br><br>So peep the game from an old school g you know so well<br><br><br><br>The east bay gangsta, leaving caution tape and faces pale<br><br><br><br>I bails on a full moon like the 12 o clock<br><br><br><br>Neighborhood watch scared to look and see who on the block<br><br><br><br>Just fed a rallys, no po-po come around here<br><br><br><br>Cuz its a different time, different game, different year<br><br><br><br>1990 sick<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Chorusx2<br><br><br><br>(get the hell off my dick, Im 1990-sick)<br><br><br><br>(1990-sick) (x4)