1990-Sick (Kill `Em All)

Chorus:<br><br>Kill em all (4X)<br>Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album<br>Kill em all (4X)<br>Don`t kick up in the dirt when I`m puttin in work<br>Kill em all (4X)<br>Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album<br><br>[Spice 1]<br><br>I murda like this (this) I murda like that (that)<br>Pull an AK-47 up out my motherfuckin gangsta hat<br>Professional, Columiban, Necktie, barbwire<br>strangula, over killa, dead fuckin body hanga<br>Peepin out the window with an A.K., pullin up on these copper <br>helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers<br>They tellin me, "Nigga, get the fuck out before ya die<br>If you surrender, we`ll make sure that you quickly fry"<br>Should I kick open the door and go to war<br>or should I stick my throat<br>Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note<br>Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin<br>and all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman<br>Tear gas through my glass window pane<br>They wanna put me back up in the nut house again<br>But I`m not goin back and take my prozac<br>They can keep the straight jacket<br>and leave a straight motherfuckin jack<br>a straight motherfuckin jack<br>a straight motherfuckin jack<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(Get the hell off my dick, I`m 1990-sick)<br>(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*<br><br>[Spice 1]<br>Nigga`s to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick<br>Marcia Clark screamin out murda, jumpin on OJ`s dick<br>Motherfuckers still sufferin and healin<br>Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildin<br>Crazy niggaz still bangin and slangin crack<br>to the death, when the game put em up on they back<br>Motherfuckers catchin AIDS, from shootin hop<br>And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the block<br>And I ain`t changed much, hell<br>I`m still smokin four or five motherfuckin choppers before it`s twelve<br>Motherfuckers think they know me, but they don`t know<br>I`m sellin first class tickets to the murda show<br>Don`t wanna rap about no nigga, let`s get it on<br>Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone<br>So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin shit<br>Get off my dick, I`m 1990-sick<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[MC Eiht]<br>1990-sick, I grasp my dick<br>The lunatic quick to grab my tech<br>put slugs up in your neck<br>Compton is the city where I come from<br>Desert Eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum<br>I won`t just smoke you<br>I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah I`ma choke you<br>The killa niggaz on hop<br>We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin nigga Pac<br>Don`t cross my path, no class<br>I be like shit in your motherfuckin ass<br>Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid through<br>Evil niggaz tryin to get rid of you<br>No witnesses so don`t ask no questions<br>Flee the scene, one-time`ll be arrestin<br>Killa niggaz don`t play that<br>It`s Compton on no like your dome we stompin<br>But in that gang affiliation<br>Shit goes pop, we won`t stop<br>Uhhh, in 1990-sick<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>(Get the hell off my dick, i`m 1990-sick)<br>(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*