Mc Eiht - Duck Sick II lyrics

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Mc Eiht - Duck Sick II lyrics

Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack Its the mutherf**ing Compton psycho So s**ers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo You'll play the b**h and I'll play the pimp Then I'll be pimping your a** to make money real fast Cause to the homies you just don't hit Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop sh** Geah n***a, I just won't quit My rap is bomb a** chronic, 10 dollars a hit Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown So now I gots to break my mutherf**ing foot off In your a** because you came back too soft They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2 Now watch me f** up your program And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.' Now your a** is stuck, mutherf**er By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood Always up to no good I need to peel a cap, so I k** some Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun You come fake, f** with Eiht, you gots no clout Keep talking sh** as I buss your f**ing mouth Now fool what kinda move was that? I see your quick to talk sh**, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt Claiming my city, oh what a pity And the way you shout out just sounds sh**ty So n***a, slow your mutherf**ing roll f** you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole So gather up your homies, him him and him and you Geah, its the duck sick 2 I dont beleive it, another mutherf**er On the rap shelf done f**ed hisself Just squeezed in like a b**h I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch I just can't figure How the punk ever think he could f** this n***a You're short, shorter than short, sorry punk Still blast that a** when the Ides got me drunk Just keep getting it, dont stop s**ing Too soon punk or Eiht'll start f**ing Your weak old sh** that won't last You won't hang as I slap your b**h a** So get ready, cause its your mutherf**ing calling You and your wack a** crews 'll start falling Geah drop to your knees, because we ain't through Get a grip, do it Quik, the mutherf**ing duck sick 2 We outta here