(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