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1. _ Ruthless Villain
MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre : "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre : "Awright, go ahead." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!" MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre : "Allright bet." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but, Referred to as a walking thief, They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block, Why the fuck they blamin' him, He's the one that they jock. Keepin' niggaz in line, Whoever fucks with his rhyme, And before you fuck with him, You gotta fuck with his nine. Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga, (A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger. Size don't mean shit, He's from the old school fool, He's a villain from the streets, And he's supposed to rule, Not sayin' he's in shit, But he's down for mine, He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line. Never givin' a fuck, [huh?] Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be. He can't help it he's in shit, But he don't hold shit back, He's a gangsta in black, And he's about to attack. [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. "Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, You can lock up yo' shit, He's Still Stealin', Gettin' respect, Cause the boy kicks butt, But the real meaning is, He don't give a fuck, It's Eazy-E in the crowd, But he's not in the 4, I tell his money flow, As he collects from his ho', All expenses paid, For the rhymes that he made, Got the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's gonna get tossed. The hard to be fucked with, The boy got heart, Wanna fuck with him, He'll Rip your head apart. Gangsta Gangsta, That's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll, He keeps bailin'. Wherever he goes, There's no discussion but silence. They say that he's the one, Promotin' gang violence, That's a lie just a critic, All that whack bullshit, So let me tell you motherfuckers, Who you fuckin' with, [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren : "What's up?" Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!" more free lyrics |
2. _ I'mma Break It Down
[Eazy-E] My eternal jam is the juice of the radio takin' out profanity so they can play it though listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat going to the record store say ya gonna buy that the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y so that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit push play on the instrumental thats recorded step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded some sort of track appeared like a plaque and some hell of a screen from the girls in the back takin' a bow cause I got style never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short guarenteed to help when I walk on the court so get up make some noise for the gangsta clap gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around cause I'mma break it down [Eazy-E] Last time I was takin' my time with this but other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this I had to change the tip or make it hyper but they was rotten, I was gettin' riper ready to go, like never before givin' you more because I'm ready to score Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin' curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim and I'm locked in, and I made up my mind and I think I'm gonna rock then you got beaches chill and I'mma push ya to freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher and say ya have pricin' and then out ya go cause a percentage on point bellys are very low messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man M.C. Ren: "But ya the dopest one I ever saw!" I keep droppin' it pound for pound and when I'm on the mic I always throw down to keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound so listen cause I'mma break it down [Eazy-E] Now look at me and not the poster and you could see right off I got the most of the talent, experience or a trade and complements for the rhyme thats made talks over today if this one so pick another artist and dis one I got the ballet of the chosen vote cause I don't need water to clear my throat comin' from the rain the show is like dancin' nasty like and the girls are like glancin' wantin' to get wit me this routine keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean can ya dis this man I don't think so once I start writin' the way I let the ink go comin' out with songs like hit after hit cause this is legit and yours ain't shit makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius but your amazed with ya happy to see this brother go crazy on wax flowin' away like if I was on a sax doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight relax and chill while your up tight pumpin' up the funky sounds yo you should know it's kinda persist that the E is gonna break it down more free lyrics |
3. _ Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix)
[Dr. Dre] Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit [Eazy-E] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA *chorus* Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Eazy-E] Down on B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page *chorus* [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 I'mpala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out *chorus* [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time *chorus* [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder *chorus* more free lyrics |
4. _ Eazy-er Said Than Dunn
[Dre] Yo man I don't think they heard you why don't you tell 'em what ya name is. [Eazy-E] My name is Eazy yeah this is true keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do hardcore yo I could never be soft askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time quiet on the set because I'm about to begin and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again my name is Eazy or just call me E but It doesn't really matter to me cause I'm the same person whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' this is for the radio so I better chill they won't play it if I co get ill but I'm like that and thats an actually fact because the street is where my heart is at yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope if the rhyme I'm dispayin' and the beat thats playin' yo you could try all day and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W. cause Eazy's doin it Compton style thats the city and you say you could get some yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn. [Chorus] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! [Eazy-E] Now it's easy for me to get my point across so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama so pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third demention with the glare but you don't need no glasses to stare it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there with the E on the gangsta tip so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip cause I'm a destroyer my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's boy, master rhymers of toys I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy you must be sick or ya lonely how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me (Eazy - E: Yo Ren) (M.C. Ren: What sup) get the gat show 'em where it's at and that's just the sound and next time I'm peelin ya cap to let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn. [Chorus] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! [Eazy-E] Radio jams are the part of the cycle eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. Ren: but would if she's lucky) Eazy come Eazy go don't ask to battle me home boy what's that you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' [*gun shots*] now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 now everybody want's to know the A-G-E girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed had everybody thinkin' I was only 15 the fellaz would annoy me the ladyz would adore me and what was I to do I wishin' nothin' lady's do cause the ladyz I luv 'em nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real Eazy cause others be fakin' tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' sayin' on your records you could get some yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn. [Chorus] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! more free lyrics |
5. _ We Want Eazy
"We want eazy!" Well, clap ya hands then-come on Clap ya hands everybody Clap ya hands, come on, come on Put ya hands together and clap 'em Now can y'all say Eazy Come on, say it EAZ-Y Everybody come on, EAZ-Y... People from everywhere gather around Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down With some help from Ren and Dre Makin' a way with dope style Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say A miracle of modern creation Eazy E's on the set Hyped up with the bass And a little bit of what ya love From a brother who's smooth like a criminal I mean subliminal Otherwise known as a villain Because I'm ruthless When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it So you won't strike it I took it and I hyped it And now that it's done, I know ya pleased At how the E just duz it with ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z From the H-double-O-D N.W.A., down with me Strong 'n' I'm ragin' Turn the page 'n' See I'm not a son of a gun I'm a gauge 'n' Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Aw, never, I'm just too clever So, in fact, that no one can sever A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear So a register is all I hear Money overturned, then I jet To make another hit, for you to go and get Record stores sold out because you love it Another example of how Eazy duz it EAZ-Y We want Eazy... more free lyrics |
6. _ Radio
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's goin' on. Hello, who is this ?] [Guy1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson] [DJ: Yo man, where you callin' from ?] [Guy1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record] [DJ: What's it called man ?] [Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio"] [DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...] Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo Release some rhymes that you will find demandin' with Dre's beats that are so outstandin' I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene On the radio the greatest of all times like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes So tune your station, and clear all the static and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it in me, to be easy about the situation So just kick it and listen to the station playin' my music, it's hard to lose it It's constantly on request cause you choose it I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong [and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J] [chorus:] [You wanna know why...because...] I'm on the... [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D] [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio takin' calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin'] [ring] Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ? [Girl1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?] Yes, it's 9-7-6... [click] Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise and rock the party and shock all the B-boys Take on my radio from phono to tuner I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner Now I move my antenna to the center then grab a hold of the handle and (??) then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty] Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin' with me on a top 10, or a mix show So hit your power button, and let's go on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y It's on the air, but you axe why I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin' I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin' to get busy; I don't quit it and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band] [chorus] [DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse. Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E... with more...radio] Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation hittin' number one spots across the nation I'm on the charts, you can go list'em but now listen, I'm on your system AM or FM, I'm in power You hear my music once every hour So listen up to the rhyme and percussion but do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What up ?] Do it your way On the radio you get more looser Take my word you're a dope producer We combine to put out hits but jealous people, they just have fits cause we get airplay, but we're not thru Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you ! People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin' On the air, I don't be playin' Just gettin' my point across to the public Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject I can play [rock], but I prefer [hip hop] It's Eazy E on your radio non stop ! [chorus] [MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?] [Girl2: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get paid, motha...] [plop] [Dr.Dre: You got ganked... Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?] [Girls: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed] [DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?] [Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !] [Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air] [Guy3: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle] [Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?] [Guy3: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"] [Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...] more free lyrics |
7. _ No More?
[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E] Believe that [Female: How are you doing ?] Allright [Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?] Verse One: Eazy-E Ruthless, my style as a juvenile Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile Bankin, I specialized in gankin whites, Mexicans, brothers and others Daily, it's all about comin up Makin sure no punks are runnin up [Eazy E: Because I'm a gangster havin fun] Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton Terrible, I never listened to my mother It went in one ear, and out the other Ran my gang, sold undercover Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar At thirteen I bought a six-fo' I'mpala Rollin, and runnin from the police Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal Leave your car open, gank for your stereo Hard and raw, no regard for the law [Female: Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?] Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse It's in my nature, I gotta curse out anybody gettin on my nerves You get beat, ganked, broke and served So... you know who I am and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn [Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?] Sometimes [Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody?] Verse Two: Eazy-E Wait... for some people to leave I got another trick up my sleeve Step with pep to the back of the house Look then... all the lights are out Grabbed the door and it's locked, so easily made my way to the window Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin Cause you know it's no time for shakin Get what you gonna get, front and center or get five years for breakin and enter Move quickly, but no runnin Shht, I think somebody's comin Hear the front door key, and I flee out the back door with a fist full of jewelry Over the wall... don't fall Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson So... is there any more questions? [Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is... Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?] You mean a 211? [Female: Yeah] Verse Three: Eazy-E There's a store, but don't point Walk inside, case the joint One man behind the counter, another in the back Go out to the car and load the gat Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task Go in broke, come out with cash [Female: Were you slick?] Yeah, you gotta be cunnin Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin Walked in, said: "This is a robbery" Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags The man in the back had a camera so he came out to test his stamina against Eazy E, but he took one Fell to the floor, so I ran back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it" Took the gun, and then dumped it I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more Steal from the rich, hang with the poor My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me I feel like nobody is badder than me [Female: Is all that true ?] I don't lie You see... I'm not mister nice guy [Female: Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?] Not exactly [Female: And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?] Outro: Eazy-E Bad and bold, you can't get with this Those that tried, you're on my hit list Can't be caught, sought or fought thought, and damn so what? Down and dirty from the C-P-T N-W-A and Eazy-E One more, before we end this session [Female: What's your real name?] No more questions! more free lyrics |
8. _ Nobody Move
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move? [Believe that, boy] You're strapped? [Yeah, you know it] Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out [Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves] *pow* ["Alright everybody..."] This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out This ain't personal, but now I'm about to commit a crime and go thru with it You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun so me and the punk can go one on one Cover the lens on the TV screen you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen Lock the doors, and throw away the key Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so Chorus: ["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow* (repeat 4X) [Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off] Allright... Empty your pockets, but do it slow Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor Don't make me have to set an example today and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard Laughin at the dumb ass security guard who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd But back to the bitches I'm peepin and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin Took her to the backroom, about to jack Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!" There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her The suspense was makin' me sick She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick! I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand [What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man] Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so [Chorus] [I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor Anybody moves and I shoot] Stackin up the money and there's more to collect cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see [Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?] Hurry up and get on Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm? I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three or else five of ya bitches are comin with me [Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in This is the only chance to turn yourself in] Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot We're sendin out the hostages, all except five and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive We want a copter, so we can get away clean and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean One hostage got brave, and got off the floor but I smoked his ass before he got to the door [Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!] [MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun] [Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass or else the tear gas is about to blast] I ran to the back and Ren followed behind to a hell of a spot that was hard to find The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught cause a nigga like the E was finally caught My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work So, y'all know what time it is Chorus [Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or I'm gonna shoot two of your guards] [Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again] more free lyrics |
9. _ Eazy Duz It
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats (Chorus) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that shit Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing STOP Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho Chorus From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka more free lyrics |
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