Tekster:
Spice 1 1990 Sick

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

-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

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-

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'

! [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

[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

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

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

[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