1.My Baby'z Mama
[i'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to
Sue the daddies for child support. even though daddy is takin
care
Of the baby but the mother's just, you know, scandalous, not
Just like this hey]
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke
Broker than a joke, bitch stole my role
And every time i see the bitch she needs cash
She make me wanna slap her ass
Triflin bitch always got me in a fit
The low-life-compton-shoppin-swap-me trick
I wanna kill the ho
Then slam her in the trunc of my six fo'
Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow
And now her lawyer's at every show
Waitin for me to kick in my dough
But before i go i'm on death row
Coz the bitch had too much drama...
Fuck my baby'z mama !
Fuck my baby'z mama ! (7x)
Fuck my baby'z mama !
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
And i'm not the one
I should just knock her punk ass out
While i'm in court payin child support
But then i gotta deal with the father and the steel
And he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill
Make me kick up a grip, i don't like her
Coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers
Beggin so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs
I wish i never fucked
But now it's too late
How much you made ？
Coz accordin to your income
You might have to spend some
Time behind bars
Now ya find it hard
Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this
I can't do another day with pamela
So i'm a pay ya, anna
But i just like to say...
I think of all the money that i spent on a lawyer
I used to be an employer
But now i'm just an employee filin bankruptcy
But now the punk bitch can't touch me
Huh! i only call her to check up on my daughter
So now she's got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime
Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind
Huh! love for start will take much, you see, the bitch broke me
So now i need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck
About a young nigga that's down on his luck
So i gotta put the p down and be down for the calls
And give the bitch back her drawers
So if ya drivin by and ya see her
Do me favor, give the bitch the finger
Fuck her !
You biiiiiiiiiitch !!!
Haha, that's fucked up!
Go to hell !
We dedicate this number to you, haha
This one's for youuuu !
This evening's news report： see ya 'round, buddy boy...
2.Creep N Crawl
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin compton
It's the downest nigga i know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in ninety-three
I creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep
I said i creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , early in the mornin i awake
Thinkin about these dead fool's life that i had to take
Frontin on a true name i peep game at point blank range
Fuck 'em
( muthafuckin right ya'll )
Back to the set as i jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that i went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he's 6 feet and i'm deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck 'em every weekend
A scandalous lil' nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma's porch
Don't give a fuck about shit that's why i mellow
Or maybe it's the fact that i'm kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a ？？ cause i'm a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from manilla though i'm shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , later on that night as i'm rollin
Lookin for a nigga i can gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a phillie blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all i'm thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin i'm about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and i creep kinda smooth
With the gat to the nigga's dome now he's sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep , i dumped on the lil' skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so i blasted her
Smashed and i got about 5 blocks
Before i got stopped by punk ass cops
( shit , fuck 'em )
Fuck you
＊ shots rang out ＊
Muthafucka
Hahaha
3.Eternal E
Yo this is yella
As we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga e
I know he wanted this track on his record
Though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
So i finished for him peace nigga...
We did a song fuck da police you know
And everybody been hearing fuck sayin'
Fuck da police for years and years and years
And finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape
A nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him
For everybody else to say fuck da police
And we did fuck da police people put us down
And sayed we were ahead of our time you know it
Took the video you know ya shot by accident
To tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
Yes we do have a serious problem in l.a.
And other citys true retaliate happens all the time
People tryin' to change things for years but i don't
Think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep
N.w.a. is just being brutally honest.
City of compton (x2)
City of,city of compton baby baby
They swearin' on cable t.v. it ain't teachin'
Nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up
You know one, two years old hearin' there mother
Sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch i beat
The shit out of you and all this shit and you know
They pick up from all the shit and you know so they
Learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin'
Muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause i got some new words
For your ass.
We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
We tell you ya know and our songs is as you
Know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
And beatin' up people all day but that person
Ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
You know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
Rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
Out and do that other thing or whateva it is
You know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
Or whateva else.
Rollin down (x3)
Eazy-muthaphukkin-e
The hip-hop thugsta
From the c-p-t
Compton style
Real niggaz
Nigga for life
We don't die..(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
And my god son derik, little d
To all his family
To his wife and everybody who loved him
And the people that didn't love 'em
Yo e tell these niggaz whats up
'i say fuck 'em'
Hehehehaha
I tried thats right fuck these muthaphukkaz
To all the real niggaz out there
We still in this muthaphukka
Beware...96 style....96 style
Yeah big man we out.
As i was sayin' before
See you around buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
Goodbye
Hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh
Oooooooooooooh shit!
4.First Power
'i am the ressurection and the life. he who believes in me,
though he
Dies, yet shall relive, and whoever lives and believes in me
shall never
Die...(shutup, bitch). fear not them which kill the body, rather
fear him
Which is able to destroy both body and soul in hell. get thee
behind me
Satan and push me along.'
'all this power i will give thee, if thou therefore wilt worship
me.
All shall be thine...'
'come with me bitch as we go through the door, backwards. heaven
in art
Which father our, our father which art in heaven...(hey
muthaphukka!)
See ya 'round, buddy boy.'
5.Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya mcs
Slap in the hip-hop
Ta hell wit the ？tempres？
Modern day gangsta from the underground
Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound
Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing
On the grapevine rolling deep to magic mountain
Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner
Because ya rolling twisted on the gold daytonas
Frontin' on the regular, talking on ya cellular
Acting like ya don't hear the little bitches
Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don't stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap dresta in the dash yeah,
Hook：
Guranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha streetz
I got beat for the street
Drop a rag top four
Got my strap under the seat just in case
I have ta check a hoe
？menage a trois？ on the scene
Rolling through the c-p-t
Turn up the hump soundz
We grooving to the mellow beat
Mad dogging like bitches
Hitting me up like i'ma banger
Cause niggas can't stand ta see us
Sitting on some danas
When we came up all of tha fools
Running drag thinking ya gone 'n
Put tha twist i ain't tweaking
Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah!
Hook
Beat for tha street
I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo
Hitting my switches and running tha bitches
And now i'm bustin' mo hoes
Roll up to tha spot
Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp
Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt
Just clowning cause hoes are in the house
Riding my dick because i got fame,
And my name is b.g. knoccout
Asking ta be in my next vide-o
Get tha 7 digits slap that ass
And step to ya hoe
Now i'm off like a g flee to the c-p-t
See my niggas on the block getting tipsy
I pulled up and start tearing up the street
And guess what's in my muthaphukkin' deck,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Hook
I got beat for the street
To tha beach i'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling
40s i'll be holding
Girls in the daisies
Drive eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows
As i turned on my a-c
Rolling down crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping
See tha foes hopping
My stereo's bump
And that a-t-l funk
You can call it what ya want
Either way the shit bumps
(damn right!)
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
6.Hit The Hooker
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
Tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
Hoes play with me weekly
So i'm down wit hoe play with my pee pee
Eazy muthaphukkin' access
Saggy baggy ass pants for a happy ass bitch
Ho ho ho to the ho and the cloe
Ski to the e or a piss in the snow
I take a hoe from the show to the mo' to the flow
To the inches where mo' now the hoe is gotta go
Pussy just as hairy as a panda, pink and peppy panther
Panty expander, tricks lick long while i lap long hard and fast
While i'm dippin' hunnies ass, throwin' harder with barbara
Seein' sexy with betsy, gettin' ready for betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to.... (x4)
Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread'em
Hittin' other peoples bitches so i'm comin' to ya weddin'
Head and the bill in the dark i begin with my dick
So you can say i have a head start
Comin' from the south of the border, cause i'm shorter
Than ya thought i was wife, whore, daughter in the order
Fuck all that one man one bitch shit
One condom, one dick, switch
To another after gun with a rubber
You can lick me like a lover wipe your mouth on the cover
I never dilly dally pimpin' susan and sally
Now you can find the couchie from miami to cali
Throwin' harder with barbara
Seein' sexy with betsy, gettin' ready for betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to.... (x4)
Bitches comin' with it for doublemint
Lookin' for ya homies
Cause the hoes know me like they owe me
I got a strip i hit when i'm lonely
Hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like toby
So never count on me fool when in the true skool
Wit truce sluts lookin' for a crew screw
I flip and i flow when they go kinda low
Hoe better have my dough so suck silly
Hookers could stay or ya don't touch nuts
Really hook a good day
Adios disapear like a smoke your rejected
By a dick thats erect bitch
Sometimes i think i'm losin' it a lunatic
With a lot of automatic shit with clips
It ain't no thang to me it's the same ole slang
To me i roll with a long size gang with me
Throwin' harder with barbara
Seein' sexy with betsy, gettin' ready for betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to.... (x8)
7.Just Tah Let U Know
Verse one：
It's that man comin up from that land of tha c-p-t
('what's my motherfuckin name？' - snoop) eazy-e
Comin thru with a big lick for '94
Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows
So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town
And them guts is the only thing a nigga pound
Laid back as i blow a fat sack
Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a cadillac
So take a ride on tha ruthless side
With the e to the a-z-y
That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do
You fools, need to recognize this crew when i roll through
Tryin to speak up on tha og, nigga you don't know me
Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be
Cause i peel caps if need be
And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me
Just tah let u know...
Chorus： repeat 2x
One more time for the rhyme again
Comin from the c-o-m-p-t-o-n
Just tah let u know
Just tah let u know
Verse two：
It's the e comin up from the gank
So nigga let me ride all the way to the bank
Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips
Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip
Back to the pass on the compton streetz
Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet
And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like i ride
Front n back, dippin side to side
And it's been like that since i was a bg
'it's the e,' that's what they scream when they see me
Mama said every day is like this
Fools screamin that i put em in a twist
Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good
If the homies only knew in the hood
That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe
It's just a lil something from the e tah let u know...
Chorus
Verse three：
It's still the c-p-t, nuthin more, nuthin less
On a quest to put that bomb in my chest
Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what i'm sayin
But i ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth
So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out
So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in
Sip a cup o' gin. ain't no friends when it come to ends
So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin
With the original compton criminal
Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps
And ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps
But a nigga like the e ain't trippin though
I'm just here tah let u niggaz know...
You have your own freedom of choice
So you do what the fuck you feel like doin
Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named eazy e
8.Lickin, Suckin, Fuckin
Let me hear it
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy
And thats the way i like it
You know thats right
You know how to kick it
I mean can i stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright i want you to turn
Round so i can hit it from the back ok
You like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can i eat it, i mean can i lick it
Can i stick my tongue all in it
Right there uuh
Oh eric
As i was sayin' before about this other bitch
Thats fuckin' wit this uh uncle tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy
Know what i'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But bitch probably lyin' you know what i mean
9.Nutz On Ya Chin
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes
the eazy
To the other fuckin e playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't
dance but
Could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis i'm glad to see
'em cause i
Rip your fuckin face outta a magazine o.g. gangsta lean now
after i shit
Your face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't
want a bitch
If she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. who's all in？ since you
put yourself
On my dick i put my nutz on ya chin...
Muthaphukk whatcha heard i'm more than that a real nigga from
the hood
And i'm all that thick as a hicky a picky nigga fittin dickies
with bitches
Strictly dick-ly many sets i rolled on and killed squeals that
told on my
Homies they sold on don't ask eazy shit it's still a hit iz a
hit and a bitch
Iz a bitch hangin on my nutz like a hair strand hangin there
with n'ear heart
And n'ear plan ass out like a asshole runnin to my dick with a
rhyme and
A lasso again and again from beginning to end it's your nutz on
my
Chin...
You couldn't beat a minute of my ass if i gave you sixty seconds
tick
Tock shit starts i start a steppin e to the muthaphukkin a to
the muthaphukkin
Z here's the y here's the e here to stay after you when i'm
through check
Me and rodney king fuck tha police part 2 now back to my friends
nutz to
Ya nose to ya lips to ya chin real niggaz love us hussies never
fuck us the
Roughest ruckas fingers couldn't touch us eazy e's back again
fuck waitin'
For a payday get an a.k. everyday is a blast yeah blast a nigga
fast knock
His ass get all the cash who's all in？ since you put yourself on
my dick
I put my nutz on ya chin...
'n.w.a. niggaz with attitudes, we're underground reporters we
tell about,
You know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know,
around in compton,
Our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the
fuck's going
Around around by you, but frankly we don't give a fuck, you
know. most kids
In compton don't give a fuck who the mayor or the president is
you know they're
Not even interested in votin'. and the police, you know what i'm
sayin？
I say fuck 'em.'
10.Ole School Shit
Hey yella
Kick that shit
199-muthaphukkin-e
The muthaphukkin year
Of the real muthphukkin' g's
And we gonna do this shit like this...
Nigga eva deadly
Ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit
So i suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
Before i get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast i leave my gang bang layin' on ya face
I tattoe dre name on my chest
Cross it out just another nigga that i x-ed huh
And you won't see r.i.p.
You'll see p.n.d.
A punk nigga deceased yeah
And the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
All because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
And i had to make an example
Nigga thinks i'm crazy now but that was just a sample
Of a nigga with street wise reality
That don't give a fuck type compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
Cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
Cause i don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that neva gave a fuck about me droppin'
Threw me tears
I hope i'm in the casket face down
So all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now
And fuck all that cryin' all night
Just be happy that i'm rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to tonel and the ruthless phuckin family.
Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new
But check dis shit out i got somebody for ya bitch....
Muthaphukka
Now it's about time for the sylk to speak
Check dat ass last weak
You off the chronic and you tweak
Speak when i feel
Cause i'm as real as they come
I'm a bitch with a gun
Neva run ain't for none
So step, step up
If ya wanna test ya luck trick
Sister like sylk
Don't really giva a fuck bitch
Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me
Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
Steady phuckin' shit up
Neva see me shakin' my butt i strut
Like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch
I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
Peep game at this bitch as i shoot this
Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da ruthless.
The r-u-t-h-l-e double s
Yo it's the nigga knocc out
Claim the block so nigga whats next
Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat
buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip i rip shit
I'm stressin' 'damn cuz', 'pick it back up'
Chillin up in the studio
With the ruthless family
Fuck the death row posse
Yo them fools cannot handle me
Snoop and andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, compton, original baby gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the west
Ya say ya shit is chronic but to me it's more like stress
Or should i say make my shit the stronic
Tha dogg pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-o-t-k-n-o-double-c-o-u-t so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me.
'come on', 'come on'
'this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless muthaphukkin' family ya still in effect'(x3)
'this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless muthaphukkin' family' 'kick that shit'
Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man
With the other hand i don't give a shit
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me be a g like me
But i'm the nigga that made a g
Outta the bitch d-r eazy
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Till he wanted to get what i get
Any other real g eazy-muthaphukkin-e
Now claimin' you a g
How does it feel to be me
11.Sippin On A 40
Sippin on a 40
Sippin on a 40
Aye yo lets roll to the store
Eazy-e so we can buy us some o.e.
40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz
In the neighborhoods black
But buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood
Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle
Bitch thats bullshit still got semen on ya lips
From the homies dick
Trick yo the home girl
But sit you like a loose goose
So gimmie a couple of dollars
So i can bring you back a duece duece
Well bring b.g. knocc out back a muthaphukkin 40 o.
So me and my nigga big boy can go and cop some indo
And well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast
Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of zig-zags
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(drinkin' like a mad man yes i do)
Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot
Get the shit or not
Naw lets roll to another spot
Back in the four to another store
I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew
{＊speakin' spanish＊}
Make a right
The store ain't in sight
Nigga it's right pass the next light
Pass across the light
Now heres what you gotta do
Get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin u
Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's
That should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew
Plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz
Oh give me some zig-zags and 2 packs of double mint
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)
Sippin on a 40
(got the 8-ball rollin')
Yo dresta
Whats up
Did you bring back some gum？
Hell yeah
Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum
Now pass me a stick
So i can spit game at this trick
Cause beer breath and tricks don't mix
Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank
Cause my breath always stank every time i take a drank
40's i be downin' i'm drownin' my self
Let me hit the joint and i'll be clowin' everybody else
You wont be clowin' me
Cause i got dose for your trick ass
Oh bitch you tryin' tah bag
I got dose for your bitch ass
Well let me hit the joint
Once again and we can go g but
Oh let me take a sip off the o.e.
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)(x4)
12.Sorry Louie
[hi, claude again...you remember i told you about my cousin when
I was 15...well, the year after that, i killed this kid,
louie...
Bashed his head in with my louieville slugger hahaha...
I got away with it...haha...but erm...i wanna apologize to
Louie...i'm sorry louie...hahaha...]
(5x)
I knew this muthaphukka named louie
Every day the nigga talk shit but today he tried to do me
He rolled down my block with a pistol and a stare
A black khaki suit and dooky brades in his hair
The muthaphukka think i'm slippin
But i got my gat and a 40 and i'm sippin
Waitin for the fool to get out the car
The stupid muthaphukka thinks i'm a star
But i'm not, i'm the type that kick the niggaz ass
Fast ! eazy e's a nigga that'll blast
Hold up, wait, the nigga started to load his gat
I grabbed my bat and ran around the back yo
He's at my window, thinkin i'm playin nintendo
But the stupid nigga don't know i'm behind him so
He dropped the gat like a stupid muthaphukka
So i bashed his head in with my louieville slugger
(4x)
I knew this bitch named wheaches
She often want me to fuck her happy ass on the beaches
Instead o' fuckin her man
She's butt-naked with my dick in her hand, yo
As soon as wheaches started suckin, i saw this muthaphukkin
Nigga behind the car, and he was duckin
You stupid bitch, put yo muthaphukkin clothes on
I wonder if this nigga's tryin a jack me
Coz i ain't got my gat with me
Shit, the nigga started runnin up fast
I thought he was gonna blast, so i hid behind her ass
She started howlin out 'wait', i banked her in the face
He asked the stupid bitch did i mug her
So i bashed his head in with my louieville slugger
I'm a muthaphukkin psycho and i don't give a fuck about'em
I kill the nigga and cut off his dick, so you know i got'em
Now it's a gallon of blood, drippin from under his bed
Bitch i bashed his head in with my louieville slugger
Bitch tried to call the cops, fuck that
I gotta take the girl out with my muthaphukkin bat
Coz i ain't doin 10 in the pen
For a bitch and her dead-ass boyfriend
So...i gotta kill the ho
I'm reachin for my weapon slow
That's when i notice some nigga standin by the door
The little nigga sayin 'don't kill my mother', so
I bashed his head in with my louieville slugger
Hahahahaha sorry jimmy
Hahahahaha he's dead
Hahahahaha i'm sorry, billy
Hahahahaha
13.Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But i say fuck 'em, when i buck 'em
Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit
For your ass takin' niggaz back through the past
All up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist
Can't even take a piss
If i did niggaz would cut they wrist
In a muthaphukkin candy 4
Beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch
Who was all in my shit
Its that nigga ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So i'm puttin' it down wit that nigga e uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in the c-p-t
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Makin bitch made niggaz bite they lip, when we dip
So tell me how the phuck do it feel
Tah get hit wit tha muthaphukkin real
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Now everythings good in my hood
And its on and pop and eazy-muthaphukkin-e
From east side south compton
Str8 givin' up the real
On how a nigga feel talk that shit
Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up
I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin'
Nigga g to a t saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what i'm sayin' ren
'yea'
So i guess i'll die by that muthaphukka then
So when i die niggaz bury me
Make sure my shit reads eazy-muthaphukkin-e
And it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read：
He put compton on that map
And thats how a nigga feel
When i'm givin' up tha muthaphukkin real
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Niggaz be pissin' on they self
When the real niggaz drop
While they rollin' in they shit
Hittin' corners on the block
Niggaz fresh out the pen with 2 strikes
Be bumpin' this real shit every phukkin night
It's alright niggaz
It's 2 hard muthphukkaz on tha streetz
It's the nigga m.c. ren and the nigga eazy
Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it
Got a nine millameter don't make me have to shoot it
Who gives a fuck about the police
Cause i'm the main muthphukka that break the peace
Now let me know how the phuck do you feel
Gettin' hit wit tha muthaphukkin real
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop (x2)
Yeah keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggaz out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.w.a.'s back in this bitch
And busta ass niggaz don't even understand it
Yo yella kick that shit
14.What Would You Do
Inside the minds of real g's
Death row is looked upon as the studio gansters of the 90's
A joke hahahaha in a gamecalled 5 minutes of fame you wasted
4 mimutes now you got seconds left kick it
Come one come all and let me ride nigga
Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure
To be the best on the west hu ya
Fool loked down this is east side nigga
South comton and i put it on the map
So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap
And that comin straight from the ruthless ganster eazy-e
Now what would i do haha lets see
Now i would take on sugas locked down the row
Since dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe
Now i'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle
Aa god dame now diggidi daze i biggidi blast
On right one and smoke that azz
Now kurupt dont even set trip
Yellin long beach 60 blood and puppy pound
Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin
Whill i'm all in your philly hoe
So come with it fool and test your luck and
I'll beat that azz now call me kurupt
Now i'm kreepin threw the fog ya
Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa
Hunting a dogg named snoop
You can run nigga but you can't hide
Eazy-e straight creepin on the east side 7
Tenlong beach south caught snoop free basin
In a rock house i kicks in da door
I said it befoe i never let no busta test me no more
Bang murder was the case that tey gave me
Murder waz the case that they gave me
I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby
Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy
Watch your back
Yea what would you do
What would you do if we rolled on you
(so dont even think about steppin in the god damn house)
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do dirty red
I comes on the snake hittin niggas low
With the cavey ass flow as i kreep through the street
Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know
Which one make the best hoe so
Let me break it down as i'm lost in the mist
And take word of advice and dont come fucking with this
Aint a joke niggas choke frome the smoke that i blaze
Purple haze you be dazed in a stun
I'll put you on your back nigga what？
I am the guess in a doggy dogg world
Never run with muss only nuts in their click
And dick in your mouth
The year is 95 and i'm runnin the house
Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do
If me and a few of my homies came through
Dummpin real on you trickmade bitchmade niggas
What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you
Yaa so dont even think about stepin in the god damn house
Dr. dre straight busta neva broke a law in his life
Besides beating up ricky harris's wife
Haha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sportin braids
Now he's laid fame no fourtune and getting played not payed
Played
Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doin the pimpin
daz dont
Be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts
Kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's
Cause you dont need those other hoes cause they're
About to go up in ya but only you let um
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Death row really doe
Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh
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