all, kill 'em all 'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick (1990-Sick) (1990-Sick) (1990-Sick) (1990-Sick
Перевод: Spice 1. 1990-больных (Kill 'Em All).
-po come around here cuz it's a different time, different game, different year 1990 sick [Chorus x2] (Get the hell off my dick, i'm 1990-sick) (1990-sick
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) [x4] [Spice 1
same for me Collect from the pen [CHORUS x3] They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-E-C-T Straight from the state penitentiary They are dialin 1-800-C-O-L-L-
no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love in this game [Spice 1] I used
Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh, Yeah (Can U Feel It Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh, Yeah (I Want To Know) [Verse 3: Spice-1] A Whu, A Whu A 1-2-3 It's Tha Muthafuckin'
(feat. Kokane) [Kokane] Ah yeah... [Spice 1] Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got
! [Spice 1] Murder from the mind of a sick nigga Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody Cocaine and Tech clips I play with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips Suicidal sick
Back in your muthafuckin face Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy Triple gold D's and shit Spice muthafuckin one
[Spice 1] Yeah, what you lookin at, bwoy? PH balance style [Chorus: Spice 1] Shoobedoop de doop de doop doo, doo Mobbin' today, hey Shoobedoop
Spice-1] Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yea) I might have to use my ak [x2, vary 3rd = that AK, repeat] [Verse Two: Spice-1] I
six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches! [Verse 1
(feat. G-Nut) [Spice 1] Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka
black again from the face down in the river huh, huh Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah [Spice 1] I got your mama up
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Redrum, professinal
[VERSE 1] I'm lookin up out the barrel of a .45 Will a nigga survive or will these muthafuckas see me die You see I'm livin in a society Where soldiers
