Альбом Eazy-E

[Baby Cryin', Scary music, laughin' voice .. ]

Good evening, and welcome to Eazy's playhouse,
you stupid muthafuckaaaaaa!

[a low bass metal voice .. ]

Now that you got the album,
what the fuck are you gonna do with it,
BITCH BITCH Bitch bitch ...

Eazily I aproach, the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it
And walk around the stage and
If you fuck up I'm goin' to get my gauge and
Unload the barrel and laugh
Cuz I'm puttin' lead in your mothafuckin' ass
Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted
Because when I'm on hard my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 ho's when I fuck
Cuz I do a check, nut 1 nut 2
Then I save a nut for when there's nothin' else to do
get used to the crew, bitch
Cuz I would never quit
As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit

-=- CuT -=-

I told you that nigga was crazy
E boy, that's my boy, godamnit

-=- CuT -=-

I got a fable that you need to listen to
It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two
One Sharon and the other one Shaun
I want to nut but which one do I want?
Shaun said Eazy let me fuck you blind
And Sharon said E I want to blow your mind
I said fuck it, I know what should be done
Just pull your panties down and I'll fuck the biggest one
And then I get the other pussy put it in the freezer
So I can always have a on-hold skeezer
Get out the ticket, I do it like that
So I told the ho's to take a big step back
Took the zipper down, eyes wide and said
Here's what I'm gonna put inside
Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's work it
But I won't love you,
When I'm done I'd still be talkin' shit ...

-=- CuT -=-

That boy'z good
Yeah that boy's good
That mothafucka'z talkin' all kinds of shit
I used to get pussy like eazy eric every day
You're mothafuckin' lyin'
How you know I'm mothafuckin' lyin'?
You're lyin', your dick can't get hard ..
Oh, suck my dick mothafucka
Nigga you lied
Who you're talkin' to..?
...

-=- CuT -=-

Dre : Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit,
HEY YO YELLA BOY! wantcha REWIND IT!

-=- CuT -=-

Niggaz don't see I'm a 100% legit
And you know it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho'
Just throwin' me the pussy
She says she wants to do it like a doggy
She's bad, nobody is badder
But she got more crabs than a seafood platter
Bitch on the gank move, to skeaze me
Just to say "I got fucked by Eazy"
So I slapped the ho' like a pimp
I might be a women-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about
All of ya'll can just suck my dick
You can quote me now cuz I'm still talkin' shit ..

-=- CuT -=-

The boy's good, I told you the boy's good
The nigga has talent
You don't know a damn thing
Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, Maestro
I can do the bugaloo
That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ...
Hey fuck you, fuck you ..

Album: Eternal E
Song: 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

Verse 1:
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 ole 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 loads, and a ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and bum rush a fool to the dirt
So...

Chorus:
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt (4x)

Allright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin' head off

Verse 2:
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 ho, so I can start (?briefin')
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

Verse 3:
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
[MC Ren: 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 o' 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

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!"

[Eazy-E]
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

[Dre]
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog

[Eazy-E]
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?

[Yella]
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

[Dre]
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout

[M.C. Ren]
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?

[Yella]
Man I can play the drums

[Everyone except Yella]
Bullshit!

[Yella]
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton

[*Arguin'*]

[M.C. Ren]
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella

[M.C. Ren]
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal

[Eazy-E]
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]
I'm a hard muthafucka

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

[M.C. Ren]
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
Eazy-E: "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

[Eazy-E]
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

[M.C. Ren]
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene

[Eazy-E]
Now this is some shit

[M.C. Ren]
Yo what are you sayin'

[Eazy-E]
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E

[M.C. Ren]
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

[Eazy-E]
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out

[M.C. Ren]
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]
Where two hard muthafuckaz!

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

(Intro:)
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all the
O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up niggaz, my
nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit nigga
that got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah

Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit(Chorus:)

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy he'll do some time

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Album: Eternal E
Song: 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, mutha fukaz 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 villain 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 fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy-duz-it

I was knocking mutha fukas 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 mutha fukas, 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)

Mutha fucking 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 mutha fuka
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 bailiff 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 creped 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
Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
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




MB2k2

Album: Eternal E
Song:We Want Eazy

Hey yo Ren, lets do this...
People from everywhere gather around
checkin out the sound, that Eazy is throwin down
with some help from Ren and Dre
makin away, with dope style
yo Eazy, what you gotta say
A miracle of modern creation
Eazy-E is on the set hyped up with the base
and a little bit of what you love
from a brother who is smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
other wise known as a villain
because I'm ruthless, when I spy the sucka
I kill him, but most I think
know not to deal with me, yo it obvious
tell me who ya came to see
Girl: Eazy, hey Eazy...why you were you pants like that?
Eazy-E: I wear my pants like this...for eazy access, baby...
yeah thats right
Ice Cube: Yo home boy, where we takin this down to?
Compton
Ice Cube: Where?
Compton
Ice Cube: Allright...


(yo Eazy, kick another verse)
yeah, cuz this is the way I know U like it
so I wont strike it, I took it and I hyped it
and now when its done, I know your pleased
and how the E just does it with ease..
just imagine a crowd screamin'
a girl dreamin', just to get a picture of me and
my B-O-Y-Z from the H-double O-D
N.W.A down with me
strong and I'm ragin
turn the page and
see I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge n'
nuthin can avoid this shot cause its hittin
its all cool when you touch it I'm admitting
I'm commin off, raw into your speaker
makin the suckas on tha streetz feel weaker
but most I think, know not to deal with me
yo, it obvious, tell 'em who you came to see...
Man: Your werent born in no 73, why you be lyin about your age?
E: Man, why you gotta bring that up, yo, get this fool out of here.
Man: Yo, why are you always cursin your records?
E: Man, who are you? Jean Audrey or something? I just do that to
get my panties drop...now I wanna know who you came to see...
aww, never, I'm just to clever
so in fact that, no one can ever
I blow from a maniac and yo
I make it clear, sold out register is all I hear
money over turn, then I jet, to make another hit
for you to go and get, record stores sold out
because U love it, another example of how Eazy-

Album: Eternal E
Song: Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn

Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.


(Eazy-E)
Vesre 1:
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)
Verse 2:
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



(MC Ren: What up)
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)
Verse 3:
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!
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)

Mutha fucking 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 mutha fuka
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 bailiff 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 creped 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
Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
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




MB2k

Album: Eternal E
Song: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 ?)
(Caller1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson)
(Caller1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record)
(DJ: What's it called man ?)
(Caller1: 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 out standin'
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)


(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 ?
(Caller2: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone
number ?)
Yes, it's 9-7-5...
(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
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 ?)
(Caller3: 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 ?
(Caller4: 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)
(Caller5: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle)
(Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?
(Caller6: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio")
(Dr.Dre:Man, you're late. The record is already on...)

(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:
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
Because I'm a gangster havin fun
Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
Turbo, I never listened to my mother
went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang so undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, Mac Daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six fo' Impala
Rollin', and runnin' from the police
Brother don't you know, you can't judge a thief
or thug, 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:
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
Shit, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
Off 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:
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 cunning


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 protect his female
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 bidder 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:
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
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 !

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 each line to make sure it fits
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 scream 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 doctrine
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 rubbed in 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

(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask Why am I like this?
Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it
Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured
Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds
3 dead cuz Compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen)
daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa
(You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat)
(thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no it aint