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Song Name : 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
Song Writer(s): Green Jr., Robert Lee, Reed, Gentry, Tyler,
Publisher: DRIVE BY MUSIC, NO LOVE MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS,

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this mother***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 mother***kin' album

I murda like this, I murda like that
(This, that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my mother***kin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, Necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead ***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, '*****, get the ***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 ***k you note
Hallucinations of seein' lynched bodies burnin'

And all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my gl*** 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 mother***kin' jack
A straight mother***kin' jack
A straight mother***kin' jack

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

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

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

1990-sick, I grasp my ****
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 *****z on hop
We tear up your spot, Eiht, ****e, and my ***kin' ***** Pac
Don't cross my path, no cl***

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