Eazy-E It’s On

Todays a good day to die! (lady screaming)

Bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yah

Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts

I tell em bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yea

Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts

Ain’t nuthin but Eazy baby

He’ll smoke two niggas cuz they crazy

Talk a gang of shit but it dont phase me

That punk nigga Dre still pays me

Well if it’s on motherfucker then it’s on G

Now if it’s on motherfucker than its on G

Hey Mister prankster prankster

Story book gangster

Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara

Down did the motherfuckin wreckin crew bid

But once a bitch always a bitch

And now the fuckin switch

Fag with a steathoscope now you sag

Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man.

Cackies sportin loc’s in a G ride

What set you from loc what set you from ride?

Rip Vanwinkle sleepin nigga woke up and became a G

But you still dont impress tha E-Z.

Smoke a little sherm now you call that shit the chronic

Niggas on the West side call it bionic

I make a mill here make a mill there

Fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there yeeeeah

[Chorus 2X]

[Scratched in] Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin with

[Eazy-E] Well if its on Motherfucker then its on

Old nigga Eazy-E went to the Cuppard

To get Snoop Doggy Dogg a bone motherfucker.

Here’s

Another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L-M-N-O-P

P for the pussy wussy wuffin nigga broke

As a motherfuckin joke

Talkin about you want to smoke tha E to tha A-Z-Y

Nigga this EAST SIDE Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg you wanna try

187 on the E that ya sing

But you cling on my balls when I swing my ding-a-ling

Yeah you got more just like a pint of puppy water

First I’m gonna choke ya Then I smoke ya

Then I’m gonna toss ya in the back of my trunk

With the other punk

Smoking Death Row like I smoke a Phillie Blunt

Well if it’s on motherfucker than its on G

If it’s on motherfucker than it’s on G

[Chorus 2X]

Still a nigga,

Once a nigga

Always a nigga

Down from the get go

Never let go

Never flossin

Never slippin

Never trippin

Stickin dick and my balls down your throat doggy listen

Niggaz from the LBC

They never heard of ya G

and Niggas from the CPT aint down with D-R-E

But ya gave it up,

Still like a trooper

Let ’em play ya jam shake ya hand and then they shoot ya

You can fool the people on the east coast an the mid-west

But In LA you still cant pass the test

See I can tell a pussy when I see one

Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one

You need to change your sex and your occupation

You try to fuck with E nigga Run Run Run

Cause if it’s on motherfucker then its on G

Now if its on motherfucker then its on G

[Chorus 4X]

Eazy-E 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)

Eazy-E Tha Muthaphukkin’ Real

[M.C. Ren]

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

[Chorus]

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Buckin’ these niggaz till they drop

[Eazy-E]

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

[Chorus]

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Buckin’ these niggaz till they drop

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

[M.C. Ren]

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

[Eazy-E]

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

[Chorus]

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop

Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Buckin’ these niggaz till they drop [x2]

[Eazy-E]

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

Eazy-E Real Muthaphuckkin G’s

Comp-ton

Comp-ton

Comp-ton

Real motherfucking G’s…

Real motherfucking G’s…

Real motherfucking G’s…

[Eazy-E]

Hey Yo doctor, here’s another proper track

And it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

And let that real shit provoke, see you’s a wannabe ‘loc

And you’ll get smoked and I hope that your fans understand

When you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin’ is paying me

Motherfuck Dre

Motherfuck Snoop

Motherfuck Death Row

Yo, and here comes my left blow

’cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season

To let the Real motherfucking G’s in, you’re like a kid

You found a pup and now you’re dapper,

But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper?

Talking ’bout who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot

You’re only 60 pounds when you’re wet and wearing boots

Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day

But Dre Day only meant Eazy’s payday

All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,

But on his old album covers he was a she thing

So nigga please, nigga please don’t step to these motherfuckin’ real G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless

Yo, Dre, what’s up? [bang] Boy you should’ve known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless

Yo, Dre, what’s up? [bang] Boy you should’ve known by now

[Dresta]

Every day it’s a new rapper, claiming to be dapper than the Dresta,

Softer then a bitch but portray the role of gangster,

Ain’t broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap

You yap about the guns and knife, just take a good look

At the Nigga, and you’ll capture the fact,

That the bastard is simply just an actor,

Who mastered the bang and the slang and the Mental,

Of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central

Never ever once have you ran with the turf,

But yet in every verse you claim you used to do the dirt,

But tell me who’s a witness to your fucking work,

So you never handle business,

So save the drama jerk,

Niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,

This is going out to you studio gangsters,

See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that,

So since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that,

But niggas like you

I gotta hate you, ’cause I’m just tired of suburbia niggas

Talking about they come from projects

Knowing you ain’t seen the parts of the streets G

Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearing khakis and mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,

But you’re flooding at the same time,

And your set don’t accept you, scared to kick it with your homies

’cause you know they don’t respect you,

So nigga please check nuts before you step to these, motherfucking real G’s

[B.G. Knocc Out]

Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangster

Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I’mma bank you

Shank you, with my fucking shank, if I have to

Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fucking actors

Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters

But this time you’re dealing with some real motherfuckers

G’s, nigga please, don’t try to step

Because if you do, and I peeled cap is all that would be left

See, young niggas like me will break you off something,

Claiming my city, but, Dre, you ain’t from Compton

Niggas like you all is what I call wannabes

And ain’t shit compared to real motherfuckin’ G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless

Yo, Dre, what’s up? [bang]

Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Eazy-E]

I never met an OG who never did shit wrong

You tried to diss the Eazy-E so now, nigga, it’s on you and your Doggy Dogg,

Think that you all hoggin’ shit

Both of you bitches can come and suck my Doggy dick

Beating up a bitch don’t make you shit,

But then again some niggas think it makes a man,

Damn it’s a trip

How a nigga could switch so quick from wearing lipstick

To smoking on Chronic at picnics, and now you think you’re bigger

But to me you ain’t nothing but a bitch-ass nigga

That ain’t worth a food stamp, and at

Death Row, I hear you’re getting treated like boot camp

Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions, or get your ass

Popped with this Smith and Wesson,

Learn a lesson from the Eaz’

Stay in your place and don’t step to Real motherfucking G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless!

Yo, Dre (what’s up?) [bang]

Boy you should have known by now..

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless!

Yo, Dre (what’s up?) [bang]

Boy you should have known by now…

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless!

Yo, Dre (what’s up?) [bang]

Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it.

Eazy-E Ruthless Life

[Chorus: X2]

The saga continues right before your eyes

The saga continues cause its do or die

The saga continues right before your eyes

You know why? (why?)

Cause I’m ruthless for life

Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass

Will I make it or continue and

Look at all the s**t you in

Eazy does it like happy like the s**t we used to do

5 niggaz comin’ out the C-P-T so f**k you

Time changed for the good

Niggaz in the hood be comin’ up feel it

Can you set it off, for again, you know you should

Yo let’s that this s**t back

To 1989

Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn’t find

Dream Team lovers

Egyptian fan base

Feelin’ on the scene, all the fools got erased

Threw a mothaf**kin’ monkey wrench up in the rap game

Since I hooked up with E, s**t ain’t ever been the same

Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin

that your flows be on tizight

Bitin’ what I wrizite

Jokin’ when I recite

Feelin’ manuscripts

When I MC, if it ain’t rough it ain’t me

[Chorus X2]

Yo mothaf**kin’ G’z, nigga like Eric Wright

You can floss for your b***h, but you know this s**t is tight

Cause when y’all niggaz started rappin’, who’d you try and be?

I’ma slap you cause you lying, if you don’t be sayin’ me

Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin’

Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin’

Now its ? city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq

Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack

Ruthless attack all the way to two thou

Try to block it out, but you never knew how

And when I walk through the crowd

I’m seeing mothaf**ka’s bread

I hear their b***hes sayin’ ask MC Ren

Makin’ fools sway when I roll to King Tet’s

Because I started cussin’ all you fools gettin’ checks

Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind

Y’all can kiss my black ass one more time

[Chorus X2]

I run a hundred miles just so I can MC

Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T.

Ain’t nothin’ changed

We find ’em, f**k ’em, then flee

While you hatin’, pillow talkin’, with that b***h, she want me

Niggaz weed crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out

Now y’all cristal sippin’, y’all niggaz be trippin’

Make the West look like ass, all full of s**t

Invest in drug money, s**t, still gettin’ in

What it take for y’all quit

Ruthless got it on lock

Y’all shootin’ videos tryin’ to look like Pac

Here we come, here we come, blowin’ up your spot

My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock

Full circle, all this s**t gon’ repeat

When this s**t drop, niggaz clownin’ in the streets

The saga continues right before your eyes

Who really gives a f**k?

Cause this is ruthless for life

[Chorus till end]

Eazy-E Amy Last Wordz

[Intro]

1999

The world’s at its end

Fuck it

We want the money and the power

And go out with a bang

[Cold 187um and Kokane:]

Cause it’s the end of the world

And still niggas ain’t got no satisfaction

So I take my 9 put it on my chest bust some cop in his head

Now I’m blastin’

Cause I’m known as a G

And I’m coming from the C-P-T

And you should know

Bitch ass niggas runnin’ back

Can’t fuck with Eazy

Wet ’em up … [x20]

[Eazy-E:]

This is a real life jack in progress

Nigga, give up your shit or take two to the chest with the cripness

Cause I ain’t fuckin’ around, G

So take a look at a real live nigga that’s crazy

And get ready to die, loc

Any last words

Before your ass gets smoked, it ain’t a joke

Because my pockets is broke my friend

That’s why I gotta do you in

Give up your ends and your gold and your brand new Nike’s

And anything else I might like

And then I’m off in the wind again

To catch the next sucker

Slippin’ takin’ two to the chin

I’m on a role two niggas in one night

Didn’t even have to fight

Just pulled out my 9 to end another’s life

That’s real life so forget the silly shit you heard

Now nigga tell me, do you have any last words

[Cold 187um and Kokane:]

Cause it’s the end of the world

And still niggas ain’t got no satisfaction

So I take my 9 put it on my chest bust some cop in his head

Now I’m blastin’

Cause I’m known as a G

And I’m coming from the C-P-T

And you should know

Bitch ass niggas runnin’ back

Can’t fuck with Eazy

Wet ’em up … [x20]

[Eazy-E:]

Another murder I committed made front page

A nigga dead from a drive-by, did him with a 12 gauge

The first stage of insanity

People say it ain’t wise, to get faded of the St. Ides

A mother cries, another son lies in a casket

Life was fun while it lasted

That silly bastard had to get caught

Trippin’ and set trippin’

You should have seen that niggas blood drippin’

To many lives took

To many hearts broke

But you don’t hear me, you just see my fuckin’ gun smoke

Some ask why do I take so many lives from

The innocent little ones

But where I come from

We take shit real

You peel caps so you get your fuckin’ cap peeled

Grab your steel, forget about what you heard

It’s do or die, nigga

Any last words

[Cold 187um and Kokane:]

Cause it’s the end of the world

And still niggas ain’t got no satisfaction

So I take my 9 put it on my chest bust some cop in his head

Now I’m blastin’

Cause I’m known as a G

And I’m coming from the C-P-T

And you should know

Bitch ass niggas runnin’ back

Can’t fuck with Eazy

Wet ’em up … [x20]

[Eazy-E:]

I got the 9 and I’m pullin’, straight creep

Feel I need to take anothers life, so I peep

Checkin’ the scene but stayin’ low

So I’m not seen, case I gotta get away

Gotta make the shit clean, G

So I’m lookin’ for a victim

Gotta be right took my time and I picked him

Scoped shit, then I licked him

Now I’m back in the news no clues but yet another murder

You should have heard the nigga squill when I stuck his ass

I had to grin cause it’s funny, nigga, fuck his ass

He ain’t the last and surely ain’t the first, G

But his monkey ass rolled away in a hearse, G

So I’m feelin’ some what relieved

Just another day in the life of the Eazy

A real G, so forget the silly shit you heard

It’s do or die, Eazy-E gets that last word

[Cold 187um and Kokane:]

Cause it’s the end of the world

And still niggas ain’t got no satisfaction

So I take my 9 put it on my chest bust some cop in his head

Now I’m blastin’

Cause I’m known as a G

And I’m coming from the C-P-T

And you should know

Bitch ass niggas runnin’ back

Can’t fuck with Eazy

Wet ’em up … [x20]

Eazy-E 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

Innocent and fuckers are also dyin, too

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:]

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 Evel Knievel 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 butt

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

Shut the fuck up nigga

Cause you ain’t seen shit

I’m ’bout to take this blade 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 rose 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]

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

[Chorus x3]

Eazy-E 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.”

Eazy-E 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…

Eazy-E Luv 4 Dem Gangsta’z

[Verse 1]

Aw shit, let’s take a trip

Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don’t step

On a funky-ass track jump back

Strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak

Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green

But I serve dubs like it ain’t no thing

I hang with OG niggas don’t set trip

Or you might get a slug in your fuckin back

I don’t slack when it come to street

I kick real g shit to a gangsta beat

It’s so sweet, when you got money to spend

I got a cool-ass tilt and a fly-ass Benz

I make ends, spend my dough on no ho

That’s how it is, nad that’s how it goes

Act like ya know when I creep real slow

Givin love to them niggas that I know is real g’s

[Chorus]

If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that’s right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g’s

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)

[Sample from Eazy-E’s “Niggaz My Height Don’t Fight”]

The Ruthless network, drive-by expert

Straight outta Compton, kickin up dust

The Ruthless network, drive-by expert

Straight outta Compton…

[Verse 2]

Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness

And they got no cure for this sickness

I get paid for the way that I kick this

Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who’s that?)

A real nigga named Eazy

And I live my life straight crazy

Don’t need no punk niggas payin me

And broke groupie-ass bitches don’t faze me

I take two step back and release myself

To put platinum-ass cuts on the record shelf

I don’t brag, but i tell it like it straight-up is

Before you do a record, nigga, handle your business

And don’t get caught slippin on the under

Or you might wonder (what’s up with them ends, nigga?)

I call a spade a spade and get paid

G’s show the way, so i give love to ’em

[Chorus]

If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that’s right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g’s

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)

[Verse 3]

E-A-Z-Y, must I

chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog

I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat

So I can hear my shit bumpin on a Compton street

That OG, C-R-I-P and S, G and S

Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya

Straight to the dirt, fool I do work

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

That’s how it is when it come to me

Cause I’m the long dick bust-a-nut nigga named Eazy

Bitches can’t see me, hos say I’m crazy

But I don’t think so, cause I’m just loco

I gives a fuck about a skanless bitch

let me hit it one time if you suck this dick

I don’t trip, gives my dough to no ho

That’s how it is, but I gives love to ya

[Chorus]

If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that’s right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g’s

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) [x2]