(You was jealous, it's all your fault) --> Milk Dee
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(What's up, punk?)
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(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
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(Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin)
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(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
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(Got beef? What a pity)
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(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
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[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
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Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a-
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Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
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How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit
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Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
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Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero
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I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
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Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture
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Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
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Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing
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Only then will my reaction show
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How I chill and let my tempo flow
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Too sorry is the name for your rap
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No competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slapped
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Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
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Oh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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You can get my duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
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I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
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Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
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You did a show, and I heard it was wack
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You tossed our records, think I tossed right back
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You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
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In better words, you go down like King Cooper
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So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle
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I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
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Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
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Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
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Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?
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But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream
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So period, end of story, don't even bore
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Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory
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So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
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(Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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Yo, you can get my - duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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Geah - get the duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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Get the duck sick
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Word up
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You can get the duck sick
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[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
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Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin
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Sayin E can't hang, you're bullshittin
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I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
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If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
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Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
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Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin
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You come across like a two-bit sucker
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Tryin to compare with a hard mutphafucka
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Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
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I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
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Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin to diss
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A victim of a violent crime on the list
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So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
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Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
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Conflict you pick, you're sick
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You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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Geah, you can get the E's duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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School em
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[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]
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Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
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You sorry jack-ass (You punk whipper snapper)
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Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin
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On Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin)
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Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS
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Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid
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Always down to dunk the funk
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Or clownin down a weak-ass punk
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The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
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Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit
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And Tha Chill's on hit, legit
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With the E I don't quit
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I grab a chair and a whip
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Like a lion, suckers I'm tamin
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Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin
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So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
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Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick
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You can get the duck sick
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What you say, E?
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Get the duck sick
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Get the duck sick
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Yo, who want the duck sick now?
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My man Unknown want the duck sick, E
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My man DJ Slip want the duck sick
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Word em up, Mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sick
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My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick
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You guys are sick
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Duck Sick
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Compton's Most Wanted |