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Eazy-E


Background information
Birth name Eric Lynn Wright
Born September 7, 1963
Born place Compton, California, United States
Died March 26, 1995
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1985—1995
Label(s) Epic Records
Ruthless Records
Relativity Records
MCA Records
Priority Records
Associated acts Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Above the Law
Dresta
Kokane
Brownside
Frost
Website Website



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Eazy-E Album


5150: Home 4 tha Sick (12/28/1992)
12/28/1992
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Neighborhood Sniper (feat. Kokane)
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5.
Merry Muthaphuckkin' Xmas (feat. Menajahtwa, Buckwheat, Will 1X & Atban Klann)
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hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But I got something I want everybody to know
hahahahahahahaha
Hey buddy boy,hey buddy (pisp)(pisp) buddy boy,hey,
You know who you are mutha fucker.hahahahah
You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right,hahahahahah
You stupid mutha fucka,but anyway,buddy,Im Baaaaaaack
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa
EAT A DICK UP MUTHA FUCKA


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Album: Eternal E
Song: Only If You Want It


(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Eazy-E)
Can I get an eye open up
Eazy locin' up
Smokin' up
Much dust like a nut what
ive it up for the real stuff
shut the what up
back the shut up what
hustler from the hood hoe
hopin' and mud rub
the finishin' touches
would sure went rubbers
comin' in bunches
could serve like lunches
hold ya horses here's where the source is
not very tall but never took a short kid
with a clip to claw
wouldn't draw Mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all I'm raw
a naughty shorty, sporty with a forty
a laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy
a nasty critter, any hoe hitter
hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her
now get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Eazy-E)
Here's something from the ding dong cause
I really care how long ya been strong grown
here comes the switch dome chrome
couldn't hang with the king
out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots
my style is just as fresh as a dusch bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
and if I left that means I should of booger
here's a new track, for all the jacks
I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back
so I live when I step it's the pimp
and I rep so make a right and get left quick
so try to play strong and long gone
the flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong
get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Treach)
ooooooh a new jack! a new jack!

(Eazy-E)
Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat
back back smack, here comes a witty black
endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride
bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat
my homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one
duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride
I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey
so don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey
the only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather
I see the smilin' faces of while they sick
ya know me better, hard Rodney kid
gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy
left up in the alley dead
now get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)


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Album: Eternal E
Song: Neighborhood Sniper


(Eazy-E)
First up high on a roof top
Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Sometimes I feel like a super hero
Urgin' to free my kind
I'm so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now I'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery
I'm here to save you but who's to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
So it's the shots that sing out like a piper
Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
Now the rumors rare
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
One *Shot* two *Shot* three strikes your out
This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin' the site as the blood spill
Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)


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Album: Eternal E
Song: 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 duz-ick
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 ski mask
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...


. . .



Uncle Dolamite]
Come on over hunnie
and give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
[*kissing Sounds*]
well what you want baby?

[Baby]
Would you tell me a story?

[Uncle Dolamite]
You want me to tell you a story?

[Baby]
Hell yeah!

[Other Baby]
Me too!

[Uncle Dolamite]
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
about the bad ass Eazy-E
he was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he's a bad Muthafu-

[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?

[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....

[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
while I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
now dashin' through the snow
in a candy right top 6-4
over the hills I go
laughin' at this hoe
nuts on rich and rings
makin' me feel right
oh what fun it is to know
that I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
so ring them bells, ring them bells
shes takin' it all the way
oh what fun it is to watch her suck my dick this way
hey ring them bells, ring them bells
shes takin' it all the way
oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
oh yay!
tis the season to get busy
compton crime lick
and I'm smokin' on this stick.

[Santa]
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
ho ho.

[Menajahtwa]
I want a slay ride
a cd player
a fifty rum
and then i slide down tha chimney in a pool of cum
a VCR playin some o them porno flicks
give dat to rudolph the red nose reindeer
??? like a everlastin' gobstoper
??? poppa
I dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts oh
???? fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
yeah you know whats up
I said heres some candy canes eat'em up
???? bonapatite with a condom in a tree.

[Apl.De.Ap From Black Eyed Peas]
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
my two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
yo wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.

[Buck wheat/ Will.I.Am From Black Eyed Peas]
Buck wheat is a waskal
thats no Chrismas
and all the toys, boys and girls
fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
no indo under my tree so Santa be a sucka
??? when I was young I was the only kid
who had enough guts to be
good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let america know
that Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
but all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
years oh just stay young, bold datin'
singin' Silent Night Carolin' Recietin'
now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
uncle Eazy be the sheezy
just spread me a leaf
little kids don't cry
when you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie.

[Eazy-E]
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
three pounds of indo
two birds of cocaine
and a A muthafuckin' K bitch.

[]
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.

[Eazy-E]
close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.

[]
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.

[Eazy-E]
I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' chrismas caught
ho ho ho and away I go.

[]
Oh Saint Nick got a dick like a pole
well wheres this bitch
this muthafuckas cheatin

[Eazy-E]
Shut the fuck up bitches
and go back to sleep.

[Will.I.Am. From Black Eyed Peas]
Yo black what you want for Christmas?

[Apl.De.Ap From Black Eyed Peas]
yo black I want a job
??? corn on the cob
but a nigga will eat them chicken, and
chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food
whos climbin' in my window
smokin' up indo
my carin' and high make a high know
yo get out my fuckin yard wit yo carols
so bop it up up up up up up up on a beema
no stoppin at band klan we makin dis shit go down at
christmas tima
the simple sounds of christmas make me jump jump jump
dum diddly dum dum didly dum dum didly didly dum dum


[Will.I.Am From Black Eyed Peas]
Yo black what you want for Christmas?

[Apl.De.Ap. From Black Eyed Peas]
yo black I want some cash
so I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
so here comes da Atban Klan bringin all da sound
[]
pa rump pa pump pump
pa rump pa pump pump

[Every One]
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
and have a fucked up new year (x4)

[Eazy-E]
You Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!

[Mother]
And they all went to prison
and lived fucked up lives ever after
The End


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