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1. _ New Year's E-vil
Hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But i got something i want everybody to know
Hahahahahahahaha
Hey buddy boy,hey buddy (pisp)(pisp) buddy boy,hey,
You know who you are mutha fucker.hahahahah
You thought i couldnt do it with out ya right,hahahahahah
You stupid mutha fucka,but anyway,buddy,im baaaaaaack
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa
Eat a dick up mutha fucka
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2. _ Niggaz My Height Don't Fight
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"but mister dopeman, dopeman, can i get a hit?"
No, hoe but you can get my duck sick...
But let me finish my story as i was sayin'
I told you lil locs aint playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Cant help the travellin' bunches
Now aint that somethin'
Just a case a few niggaz try to trip
Bone-out, put on my skimask
And come back blastin'
Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is eazy-e
You're mothafuckin' right
They must to thought i was a busta
Wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue, i got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...
Cause i'm the "e"
So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the white house, it aint my house
So you can burn the mothafucka down for all i care
Cause t-shirts and khakies is all i wear
I'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, i got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the lapd
Key for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the president never simp
One dumb dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980
I need my ends, fuck you, pay me
Or i'ma have to get the strap
My nutty o.g. buddy big black
I make you shit in your pants
And shake like jelly
So tell off my homie said hello...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...
You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is much bigger
Than the trigger
So i can show how to put in work:
The ruthless-network drive-by experts
Straight outta compton kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now i got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? that's my little friend...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...
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3. _ Neighborhood Sniper
[eazy-e]
First up high on a roof top
Like a bird i'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
And death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Sometimes i feel like a super hero
Urgin' to free my kind
I'm so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now i'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds is still fumblin' with the present slavery
I'm here to save you but who's to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
So it's the shots that sing out like a piper
Everyones scared i'm the neighborhood sniper
[chorus]
[eazy-e]
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
And simply scared the bitch boo
Being the e ya know i'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
His bitch was scared she made a move i pulled the trigger
Now the rumors rare
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
One [*shot*] two [*shot*] three strikes your out
This nigga is dead and now i'm lookin' for a window to get out
I made my escape the cops chase
Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper
[chorus]
[eazy-e]
I'm doin' dirt as i continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a e lovin' the game leavin a shame
And in my heart i feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold as i was told
And with my a.k.47 i stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as i watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin' the site as the blood spill
Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as i was sayin' calm
And never hyper as i succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper
[chorus]
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4. _ Automobile
yo dre,i take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissing and
Grindin yo dre man, i take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're
Kissin'
And grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch
Rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy,
Man, and the bitch said 3 words, man :
Stop no and don't [oh shit]
I said biiiittttttcchh ...
You don't have to front on me dear, [don't front me..]
So why don't you just give that pussy hair? [hehehe ahah]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah yeah]
Ohh i'll be good to you, [ahahha]
And we'll both ride home in my automobile... [fuckin' head in this car]
All that i want is a little puss' [that's all he wants]
All that i want is just a little head [ahaha just a little bit]
If you'd be good to me, [good]
Ohh i'll be good to you, [ah]
And we'll both ride home in my automobile...
You don't have to front on me bitch, [don't front on me muthafuckin' bitch]
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick [ahaha it's only a dick .. ]
Give up the pussy soon, [yeah soon]
All i want is a little, [little]
Oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [ahhhhhhhuuu]
Oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [get out get out...]
All i want is the pussy [ha!]
All i want is the pussy [pussy]
All i want is the pussy [godamn right!]
All i want is the pussy [pussy pussy pussy pussy..]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah, ho']
Ohh i'll be good to you,
And we'll both ride home in my automobile [kick some more shit]
We'll both ride home in my automobile... [ah yeah]
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5. _ 24 Hours To Live
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
Of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time i got left on this planet
Some motherfucker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma...she was wrong when i was born
That a nigga like e should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can i do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in this world like me
The lunatic psycho mutherfucka eazy-e
Chorus (sang)
24 hours to live
But i don't wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die
Sky diving, scuba diving
To evil kinevil stunt car drivin'
Bungee cord jumpin' off a bridge
It's hard to breathe with a fractured rib
I can't take this shit
Let me see how much more time i got to spend
Hit more skins
Back up in her pussy
Up in the back
I gotta let off
A few more nuts
I'm starting to panic
I'm starting to sweat
'cause i don't really wanna die yet
Dizzy spells, flashbacks in my head
Niggas ain't want me to bein' happy when i'm dead
But i ain't goin' out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dying anyway so i'm thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin' by the pistol
Took the motheruckin' whistle
Chorus
To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
(screams)
Shut the fuck up nigga
'cause you ain't seen shit
I'm 'bout to take this ???? and staight up grip
I'm holdin' the neck of the devil and drink his blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now i'm mad insane, red as ???? as i strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst
False alarms, and no harm that will commit to the e
But now i'm down to an hour 23
Time is moving fast, but not that slow
I thought i had an hour, but it's seconds left the go
I ran into the office
No more time is left
I ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my (boom)
Chorus
Spoken:
As i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
In an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph, how do you define time?
What is a minute?
How important is an hour when 24 hours becomes a lifetime
Oooooh, so define how do we define time?
Now you choose
How will you spend your last 24 hours?
C'mon..talk to me
3x chorus ("must die" is faded into next chorus loop)
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6. _ Eazy Duz It (radio Edit)
Well i'm eazy-e, i got women galore
You may have a lot of women but i got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-e, homegirls, 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 got it like that
And if a sucker talks thrash, i give him a smack
8 ball sipping, the women 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
Always got the nuckleheads on the run
Hit me like that, i make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, eazy duz it
I was knocking out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh eazy-e
Kick, kick that
Where you from fool, compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up
Stick my head out the window and i say what's up
To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so i pulled out a buck
Then i put my car in park so i could try my luck
Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7
Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, i made a ten a fo'
Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick
Then one fool got jealous, said you're making me sick
He acted really stupid, i knew he wouldn't last
So i said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He went damn, then i went money gone
As you can see, i cold broke his (ha ha)
Chorus
(wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
I said 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 named tucker
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 fool on the block and cold knock the boy out
Now i wanted for assault that i had to commit
Yea i went to jail but that wasn't it
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my girl to get me out 'cause i was down for mine
The girl 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 on top
I swear when i get out, it's gonna have to stop
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 i'm feeling good
I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood
Pulled her by the hair and it was all because
I had to show the girl what time it was
Chorus
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore b-boy named eazy-e
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
Boy wit a serious attitude and 100% street
Yea (ha ha ha)
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7. _ Only If You Want It
[chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes i really want it
(x4)
[eazy-e]
Can i get an eye open up
Eazy locin' up
Smokin' up
Much dust like a nut what
Give it up for the real stuff
Shut the what up
Back the shut up what
Hustler from the hood hoe
Hopin' and mud rub
The finishin' touches
Would sure went rubbers
Comin' in bunches
Could serve like lunches
Hold ya horses here's where the source is
Not very tall but never took a short kid
With a clip to claw
Wouldn't draw mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all i'm raw
A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty
A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy
A nasty critter, any hoe hitter
Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And i will pump it, only if you want it.
[chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes i really want it
(x4)
[eazy-e]
Here's something from the ding dong cause
I really care how long ya been strong grown
Here comes the switch dome chrome
Couldn't hang with the king
Out the rudder but i call for a yes y'all toots
My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
And if i left that means i should of booger
Here's a new track, for all the jacks
I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back
So i live when i step it's the pimp
And i rep so make a right and get left quick
So try to play strong and long gone
The flow is kinda funky but far from armstrong
Get up on it, on and on get on it
And i will pump it, only if you want it.
[chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes i really want it
(x4)
[treach]
Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack!
[eazy-e]
Kid i swear i saw a puddy cat
Back back smack, here comes a witty black
Endin' in a skull high i'm bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride
Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat
My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one
Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride
I'm shudder shakin' the place when i start hey
So don't butter, eazy-e but a park hey
The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather
I see the smilin' faces of while they sick
Ya know me better, hard rodney kid
Gettin' cali kid, now ya know it boy
Left up in the alley dead
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And i will pump it, only if you want it.
[chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes i really want it
(x4)
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8. _ Black Nigga Killa
(chorus x4)
Yeah!
Black niggaaaaaaaaaa
Yeah!
Killa killa killa killa
Black nigga killa hate brought death
Around the block as i holler points bust though the punks back
Raising gang, feel no pain, as i penetrate
Niggas fly deep as i strike a quick pace
I got the evil of a dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to my mankind
Born to kill i'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breath young hell razors
I'm 30 odd 6 with the skill
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat
As i bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So i creep low from the back slow and puts led in that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope, every nigga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga
The black nigga killa
(chorus x4)
Deep from the death as i crept
I can feel his glock in the back of my neck
I'm thinkin to myself what the fuck as i pause
I can feel my heart beat thumpin from my balls
Up against his gun what the fuck could i do?
If i make a wrong move, the nigga might shoot
My pops always warned me when i was comin up
If i play pussy, i'm bound to get fucked
Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy
Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas daily
Fat sacks of dirt, to dayton's, i got em
Slang em dirt cheap cause everything was profit
Now i got his nine on the back of my mind
As i watch my life pass right before my eyes
The shit that i done, is all in my face
Reflections of death as i step with my 38
The black nigga killa
(chorus x4)
Which bitch made the statement?
About the nigga bustin caps supportin all black ben davis
I'm out the doe
My pager's blowin up i check my ghat twice
Cause niggas like to jack on a late night
And as i'm livin like a criminal
I try my best to keep my gang tight and stay away from punk niggas
Strikin down broadway
I caught some niggas out of bounds from the (pause) upper mlk
Slowly crept from the cut at a quick pace
Ain't no love in my heart all i feel is hate
So 25 with that l might be mando
Cause nigga i'm killin for them gold things with that zapco
I watch the terror in eyes as he backed up
Ease of the break pop that clutch and watch his chest bust
Wide open as i bounce in the night quicker
From the nine milla trigga
The black nigga killa
(chorus x10)
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