Lyrics:

(You was jealous, it's all your fault) --> Milk Dee (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)[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]Back for the payback, black, you came up shorterGeah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a-Nother funky rap about your jealous conflictHow you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shitYour senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a heroEquipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zeroI gotta hitcha, or get witchaSit down, clown, I commence to paint a pictureHm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazingTake you serious? I think about it while I'm blazingOnly then will my reaction showHow I chill and let my tempo flowToo sorry is the name for your rapNo competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slappedEiht ain't no punk, so learn it quickOh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick You can get the duck sickYou can get my duck sick You can get the duck sick[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?Makin demos on your tape deck tracksYou did a show, and I heard it was wackYou tossed our records, think I tossed right backYou got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooperIn better words, you go down like King CooperSo stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handleI put your lights out, you have to rap by a candleGo head up punk, or sell out, I know you must'veHeard the word, new jack, I'm not a busterAlways down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for creamSo period, end of story, don't even boreMe, Tha Chill MC, claim to gorySo that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit(Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick You can get the duck sickYo, you can get my - duck sick You can get the duck sickGeah - get the duck sick You can get the duck sickGet the duck sickWord up You can get the duck sick[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddinSayin E can't hang, you're bullshittinI'm not a rookie, meaning a beginnerIf fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinnerLoad up my mic and gat, start gunninFresh off the Compton streets, so start runninYou come across like a two-bit suckerTryin to compare with a hard mutphafuckaPunk, they call me Eiht, so give me respectI heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deckFool, you fucked up smooth tryin to dissA victim of a violent crime on the listSo wake up and smell the bud', you little pupilsTryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruplesConflict you pick, you're sickYou can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick You can get the duck sickGeah, you can get the E's duck sick You can get the duck sickSchool em[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]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 peepinOn Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin)Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDSHip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paidAlways down to dunk the funkOr clownin down a weak-ass punkThe beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shitJust a test I have to pass to show I'm on hitAnd Tha Chill's on hit, legitWith the E I don't quitI grab a chair and a whipLike a lion, suckers I'm tamin Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gaminSo watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tipStupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick You can get the duck sickWhat you say, E?Get the duck sick Get the duck sickYo, who want the duck sick now?My man Unknown want the duck sick, EMy man DJ Slip want the duck sickWord em up, Mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sickMy Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick You guys are sick

Compton's Most Wanted Duck Sick