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Compton's Most Wanted It's A Compton Thang Duck Sick (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 shorter Geah, your ass is out, eiht wrote a- Nother 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 [ verse 2: tha chill ] 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 [ verse 3: mc eiht ] 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 mutphafucka 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 [ 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 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 |
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