Duck Sick Lyrics - It's A Compton Thang - Compton's Most Wanted

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