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  • 作词 : Allen, Manuel, Tyler
    (Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'):
    (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)
    (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 ****
    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
    Hmmm, 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 ****
    (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
    Yeah - 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 bull****tin'
    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 **********a
    Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
    I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
    Fool, you ****ed 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
    Yeah, 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
  • 作词 : Allen, Manuel, Tyler
    (Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'):
    (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)
    (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 ****
    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
    Hmmm, 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 ****
    (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
    Yeah - 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 bull****tin'
    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 **********a
    Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
    I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
    Fool, you ****ed 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
    Yeah, 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