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 a- Nother funky rap about your jealous track How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said jack 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 Hmm, 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 Koopa So stop your little dissin', saying that I can't handle I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle (aw yeah!) 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 glory So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the— (Chill) word, and you can get the duck sick (You can get the duck sick) Now 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, son, I know you're flakin' Sayin' E can't hang, you must be fakin' I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner Load up my mic and gat to start gunnin' Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' You come across like a two-bit sucker Tryin to compare with E you a clucker 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, 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) You can get the E's duck sick You can get the duck sick Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? You sorry jackass (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 DJs Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick (You guys are sick!)