Στοίχοι: Compton's Most Wanted. Duck Sick.

You was jealous, it's all your fault
What's up, punk?
You was jealous, it's all your fault
Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin'
You was jealous, it's all your fault
Got beef? What a pity
You was jealous, it's all your fault

Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote another
Funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit

Your senses should tell ya, kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture

Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How I chill and let my tempo flow

Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, P.S., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick

I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin' demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show and I heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back

You got the nerve, tryin' to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like King Cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle

Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream

So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
(Chill)
Word and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah, get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick

Get the duck sick
Word up
You can get the duck sick

Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin'
Sayin' E can't hang, you're bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner

Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin'
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucker

Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list

So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Geah, you can get the E's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School 'em

Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass
(You punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin'

On Eiht and Chill
(Geah, ain't no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS
Hip hop, C.M.W. gets paid

Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit

And Tha Chill's on hit, legit with the E I don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip like a lion, suckers I'm tamin'
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin'
So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
What you say, E?
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick

You guys are sick