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Chorus:Kill em all (4X)Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin albumKill em all (4X)Don`t kick up in the dirt when I`m puttin in workKill 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 hatProfessional, Columiban, Necktie, barbwirestrangula, over killa, dead fuckin body hangaPeepin out the window with an A.K., pullin up on these copper helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppersThey tellin me, "Nigga, get the fuck out before ya dieIf you surrender, we`ll make sure that you quickly fry"Should I kick open the door and go to waror should I stick my throatLeave a pipe bomb and a fuck you noteHallucinations of seein lynched bodies burninand all the po-po had faces like Mark FuhrmanTear gas through my glass window paneThey wanna put me back up in the nut house againBut I`m not goin back and take my prozacThey can keep the straight jacketand leave a straight motherfuckin jacka straight motherfuckin jacka straight motherfuckin jackChorus(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 stickMarcia Clark screamin out murda, jumpin on OJ`s dickMotherfuckers still sufferin and healinSome high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildinCrazy niggaz still bangin and slangin crackto the death, when the game put em up on they backMotherfuckers catchin AIDS, from shootin hopAnd phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the blockAnd I ain`t changed much, hellI`m still smokin four or five motherfuckin choppers before it`s twelveMotherfuckers think they know me, but they don`t knowI`m sellin first class tickets to the murda showDon`t wanna rap about no nigga, let`s get it onBustin domes, buck shots through your rib boneSo all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin shitGet off my dick, I`m 1990-sickChorus[MC Eiht]1990-sick, I grasp my dickThe lunatic quick to grab my techput slugs up in your neckCompton is the city where I come fromDesert Eagle packin dum ditty ditty dumI won`t just smoke youI be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah I`ma choke youThe killa niggaz on hopWe tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin nigga PacDon`t cross my path, no classI be like shit in your motherfuckin assBullets I spit at you, your hood I slid throughEvil niggaz tryin to get rid of youNo witnesses so don`t ask no questionsFlee the scene, one-time`ll be arrestinKilla niggaz don`t play thatIt`s Compton on no like your dome we stompinBut in that gang affiliationShit goes pop, we won`t stopUhhh, in 1990-sickChorus: repeat 2X(Get the hell off my dick, i`m 1990-sick)(1990-sick) *repeat 4X*

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