1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) Lyrics
| Song | 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Best Of Spice 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Reed, Tyler | |
| 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* |
| zuo ci : Green, Reed, Tyler | |
| 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 ak47 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 popo 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 1990sick | |
| 1990sick 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 1990sick | |
| Chorus | |
| mc eiht | |
| 1990sick, 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, onetime' 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 1990sick | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| get the hell off my dick, i' m 1990sick | |
| 1990sick repeat 4x |
| zuò cí : Green, Reed, Tyler | |
| 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 ak47 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 popo 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 1990sick | |
| 1990sick 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 1990sick | |
| Chorus | |
| mc eiht | |
| 1990sick, 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, onetime' 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 1990sick | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| get the hell off my dick, i' m 1990sick | |
| 1990sick repeat 4x |
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