Fuc Em All
MC Eiht Lyrics
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Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
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
'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
I murda like this (this)
I murda like that (that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my mothafuckin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, necktiea, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin' body hanga
Peepin' out the window with an AK
Pullin' up on these coppas
Helicoptas, squad cars, squat 10's with choppas
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 Furhman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They want to 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 mothafuckin' jack
A straight mothafuckin' jack
A straight mothafuckin' jack
[Chorus]
(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
Nigga's to pull the lynch
Yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on Oj's dick
Muthafuckas still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggas still bangin' and slangin' crack
To the death, when the game put 'em up on they back
Muthafuckas catchin' names, from shootin' high
And phony niggas still get sprayed up on the block
And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin' four or five mothafuckin' choppas before it's twelve
Muthafuckas think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda show
Don't want to rap about no nigga, let's get it on
bustin' domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggas up in the magazines talkin' shit
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-sick
[Chorus]
Muh-uh-mobbin' up out the see you-uh-cut
With a ready to pow one
Nuh-uh-90 sick content of the album
If there's a cure for this, don't cure me
I'm comin' with the fury
Playa hata's gettin' hung up like a jury
So peep the game from an old school G you know so well
The east bay gangsta, leaving caution tape and faces pale
I bails on a full moon like the 12 o clock
Neighborhood watch scared to look and see who on the block
Just fed a rally's, no po-po come around here
'cause 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)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
The lyrics of MC Eiht's "Fuc Em All" are a brutal commentary on crime and violence in America. The chorus urges the listener to "kill 'em all" because "everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album." Eiht uses vivid language and references to real-life events like the OJ Simpson trial and the Oklahoma City bombing to make his points. He describes himself as a "murda" who is not afraid to engage in violence against law enforcement officers or anyone else who gets in his way. In the second verse, Eiht talks about selling "first class tickets to the murda show" and boasts about his willingness to commit violent acts. The song is a raw, unfiltered depiction of the sort of criminal lifestyle that Eiht saw around him in his early years in Compton.
The song was released in 1992 as part of MC Eiht's debut album "We Come Strapped." Eiht was a prominent member of the west coast gangsta rap scene and was known for his unflinching depictions of life in Compton. "Fuc Em All" was one of his more controversial tracks, as it contained blatant references to violence and crime. However, it also showcased Eiht's skills as a rapper, with a catchy chorus and hard-hitting verses. The song has since become a cult classic of sorts, recognized as one of the standout tracks from the early days of west coast rap.
Line by Line Meaning
Kill 'em all
Eliminate all of them, get rid of all of them
'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
Because everyone is dying in this album, I am referencing that this song is not meant to be taken literally
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Don't interfere with my hard work
I murda like this (this)
I kill like this
I murda like that (that)
I kill like that
Pull an AK-47 up out my mothafuckin' gangsta hat
I am so ruthless that I always carry an AK-47 in my hat
Professional, Columbian, necktiea, barbwire
I am a professional hitman, and my tools of the trade are Columbian neckties and barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin' body hanga
I kill by strangulation, and hang the dead bodies afterwards
Peepin' out the window with an AK
I am surveilling the area with an AK-47
Pullin' up on these coppas
I am confronting the police
Helicoptas, squad cars, squat 10's with choppas
I am dealing with a heavily armed police force, including helicopters, squad cars, and SWAT teams with rifles
They tellin' me "nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
The police are warning me to leave the area because they are going to use force
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
The police are threatening me with death by electrocution if I surrender
Should I kick open the door and go to war
Should I forcefully enter and start fighting
Or should I stick my throat
Should I commit suicide
Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note
If I choose to die, I will take others with me by leaving a pipe bomb and a note that says 'Fuck you'
Hallucinations of seein' lynched bodies burnin'
I am imagining burnt lynched bodies
And all the po-po had faces like Mark Furhman
All the police officers have faces like Mark Furhman, a controversial detective in the OJ Simpson trial
Tear gas through my glass window pane
The police are using tear gas to try to subdue me, which is breaking my glass window
They want to put me back up in the nut house again
The police are trying to send me back to a mental institution
But I'm not goin' back and take my Prozac
I refuse to go back to the mental institution and take my medication
They can keep the straight jacket
I don't want to be restrained in a straight jacket
And leave a straight mothafuckin' jack
I'd rather die straight up than endure being put in a straight jacket again
Nigga's to pull the lynch
People are lynching each other
Yayo case and stick
People are using drugs like yayo (cocaine) and guns
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on Oj's dick
Marcia Clark, the prosecutor of the OJ Simpson trial, is accusing him of murder
Muthafuckas still sufferin' and healin'
People are still in pain and recovering from past traumas
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin' fed building'
The Oklahoma City bombing was committed by white males with technological knowledge
Crazy niggas still bangin' and slangin' crack
People are still selling and using crack cocaine
To the death, when the game put 'em up on they back
Some people are so committed to the game that they are willing to die for it and will fight until they are knocked down
Muthafuckas catchin' names, from shootin' high
People are getting killed because they were caught in the crossfire
And phony niggas still get sprayed up on the block
Fake people who pretend to be tough still get killed on the block
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda show
I am promoting and selling tickets to a murder show, meaning a place where people can watch people get killed
Don't want to rap about no nigga, let's get it on
I don't want to just talk about killing people, let's actually do it
bustin' domes, buck shots through your rib bone
I am shooting to kill and will hit you in the head or ribs
So all you niggas up in the magazines talkin' shit
All of the people in magazines who are talking negatively about me
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-sick
Stop bothering me, I am still sick in the same way I was in the 90s
With a ready to pow one
I am ready to fight and kill
The east bay gangsta, leaving caution tape and faces pale
I am an intimidating gangster from the East Bay area who leaves behind evidence of my crimes, causing fear and terror
I bails on a full moon like the 12 o clock
I run away from the scene of the crime every time there is a full moon, as if it were noon
Neighborhood watch scared to look and see who on the block
People in the neighborhood are afraid to look and see who is on the block
'cause it's a different time, different game, different year
Things have changed since previous times, and the game is different now
If there's a cure for this, don't cure me
If there is a solution to the problem of me being a violent criminal, don't fix me because I am happy this way
I'm comin' with the fury
I am coming with extreme anger and aggression
Playa hata's gettin' hung up like a jury
People who talk negatively about me are getting punished and hanged, much like how many juries have sentenced people to be hanged in the past
So peep the game from an old school G you know so well
Watch how I play the game, you know I am experienced and skilled at this
1990 sick content of the album
This album is embodying the feelings and attitudes from the 1990s that I still have now
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AARON TYLER, GENTRY REED, ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
I like to dedicate to the late smooth R&B artist and the man I love Tyrone Davis who has passed away from
a complications of a fatal stroke at the age of 66 at Mount Sinai Hospital on February 9th, 2005 in
Chicago Illinois. My favorite song is In The Mood and I fell passionately in love with that sexy tune and
I like to slow dance to the seductive quiet storm by candlelight with Tyrone Davis and he'll take me in his
arms and caress my sexy body tenderly while the candles are still igniting the smooth and sensual
seduction in the nighttime. Also, in other words, I like to feel the waves of a steamy passion burning very
hot when we kiss that is so romantic and he'll make me surrender to his touch at the same time on a sultry evening. My heart is already on fire because the heat will be rising in the air tonight too. RIP Tyrone Davis.
Your smooth and sexy voice will always capture my heart and soul forever.
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
Oh yeah, I love the soulful sample of In The Mood by the late soul star Tyrone Davis and I want to feel the
fire at the stroke of midnight while the candles are still igniting the soulful and seductive mood in the
nighttime. Also, in other words, I like to move my sexy body from side to side to the romantic melody
while the lights are turning down low and the candles begin to flicker very brightly in the darkness.
And best of all, I want to feel the fire burning very hot with Tyrone Davis because my body has been
yearning for the sensual seduction and the heat of the moment on a sultry evening. RIP to the late
R&B star and the king of romantic Chicago soul, Tyrone Davis. Your dazzling music will continue to live on
because your voice is so smooth and sexy and I'm definitely going to be in the mood tonight.
Love you Tyrone Davis.
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
Smooth, sexy and seductive soul/R&B music will definitely put me in the seductive mood with the late
smooth R&B and night vibes star Tyrone Davis and I like to close my eyes and daydream about falling in
love with Tyrone Davis by slow dancing to the seductive melody while he held me close in his arms and
the candles are flickering very brightly in the darkness. My heart is already on fire because I like to feel
the sultry heat burning very hot while he caresses my body gently and sings that gorgeous soul
ballad In The Mood at the same time. RIP to the late king of romantic soul and the man I love, Tyrone Davis
Your smooth and sexy baritone has gotten me under a seductive spell when you sing In The Mood and it's
one of the sexiest ballads of all time and I want to feel the fire at midnight too. Love you Tyrone Davis.
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
Rachel Winfrey
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
All For The Money is one of my favorite songs from MC Eight because it reminds me of a sample of a sexy quiet storm soulful ballad In The Mood by the late great Tyrone Davis RIP. Much love to MC Eight and the late
R&B singer Tyrone Davis. They're both born in the merry month of May. Love you Tyrone Davis. You'll always
going to put me in the mood all night long.
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
Ooh la la! I love the soulful sample of In The Mood by the late R&B singer Tyrone Davis. That song makes me want to move my body along to the sexy tune with lights dimmed, candles burning in the background and of
course, I want to feel the fire igniting the smooth and sensual passion after midnight too.
RIP Tyrone Davis. You're gone but not forgotten.
Rachel Winfrey
on All for the Money
I love the instrumental version of All For The Money because it reminded me of a sample of a quiet storm ballad, In The Mood by the late R&B singer Tyrone Davis. Shouts out to MC Eiht and Tyrone Davis, born in the merry month of May.