Eazy-E Album

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)

[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)

Yes Im too smart to get dicked...or so the case may be
that's how the ho felt when she found at that she couldnt play me
I know the game and I know it rather swell too
Rubbin up on my dick and givin me hints that your interested
thinking first you'll kiss my lips and rub my hips, then he'll take a sip
of hennesey hit the buddha, pass out and i'll take his shit
HELL NAW monkey mouth trick, ya stupid ho
you must be a fool if you thinking that i dunno
But nah you broke ass hoes wanna come up, shaking that money maker
but i break her cuz the bitch is a faker
Or maybe she just dont know the formula
of how to get rich quick
without making happy dicks
That's all the bitch know is...
how to be a mega ho
i guess that just goes to show
that's she too ignorant to know
that i wont be played...or gay or dapper, but I aint perfect
I whip the dick out now and then and let em slurp it
but im careful, bein aware of the bitches
thats torchin niggas on purpose cuz they think they deserve it
yea thats some cold shit, my experience oughta learn ya
that if a nigga aint tryina smoke you a bitch tryina burn ya
So trust no

*Chorus*
Trust no... bitch (?funky cut? bitches)
Trust no... bitch (?funky cut? ho)
x2

(AMG)
I refuse to lose so I chose few and trust none
To my women I love, but to you bitches I aint the one
When i tell you to trust no bitch, It might not occur to you
females aint the only bitches that Im refering to
See you can help a bitch
let alone treat swell a bitch
cuz the bitch sold out...gon sell out...or the bitch gon snitch
Bitches wanna be and gonna always be around
Watchin what ya doin tryina use ya and keep ya down
bore ya with a story ya got ya own
Imma strengthn your conviction to give that dog a bone
And move on...for the motherfucker fakin you... fuck you
and make you take their punk bitch ass to the bank foo
see bitches get paid. these bitches got charms
I see em at the mall, on tv and on my homies arms
Just some of homies got bitches but we breaking bitches
so i come like dis bitch "act like you know me

*Chorus*


Eazy E the muthafuckin manipulator when it comes to pussy, hoes
just watch how my dick grows
but since all hoes fall in the bitch category,
trustin no hooker ass bitch is mandatory
how much do you want? bitch how much can you take
Cuz a nigga like the E you cant break
Put ya skinny little ass in my face and I'll slap it
Whip out my dick and let you lick before i tap it
My left hands on your ass my right hands on your head
cuz bitches get the nut.... and niggas get the lead
suckin my dick lickin my balls you know you are the master
suckin my toes lickin my ass you make me come faster
But it just dont stop
suckin everybodies dick...cuz its good to the last drop
but that shit dont faze me
I trust no car wrecking ho's this ones for you tracy

*Chorus*

Bitches aint nuffin but a hole in a 9 deuce
I'd rather make a mil while sippin a cold brew
Bitches aint shit...word to the digi-digi-dick
Eazy E PPC AMG and Quik
Bitch I aint babyface so save ya whip appeal
I neva go on dates with broke bitches, cuz free meals
are suppose to pay the way to lucrative panty deals?
Bitch please, you betta hit ya knees
and you can even touch ya toes
cuz im still playin yall punk hoes like dominios
and if you suck the dick right and the pussy tight
I might not beat you down til the 2nd nite
Once a dog always a dog, trick
ya little trick tramp slut with a big butt
cuz you aint shit bitch
I'd rather fuck ya then love ya
cuz bitch I neva trust ya

*chorus*

HELLL MUTHAFUCKIN YEA
This is one for all those trifilin ass, no good, riff raff, crab scratchin, one a month bleedin, no douching, disgusting bitches.You know you gettin this from DJ Quik, mah nigga easy muthafuckin e, AMG is definetly in the house, and the PPC is sending this to you


that bitch cindy is a muthafuckin funky cut ho
and mesha is a no good
that bitch fatal is a no good funky cut ho
robin is a trifilin ass funky cut ho
dana is a funky funky cut ho
novita is a trifilin ass funky cut ho
marcy's is a disgusting funky cut ho
karen is a funky funky ass funky cut ho
Easy said tracy is a no good funky cut ho
Deuce said april is a funky cut
and like I said before

AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL BIITCCCCCCHHHHHHESSSSSSS AAAAAAIIINNNNNTTTTTTTT SHIT!

[No lyrics]

Hehehehehehehahahahaha
Yeah, it's me again...
So check it out - ladies, not gentlemen
Drop your draws, come and sit
And let's get into this yeah ..

Easily I'm aproachin'
There ain't no jokin'
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! the muthafuckin' devil son of law
Now it's the E, the mothafuckin' pussy beater
And I'm a quick-up trick-up up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here bitch and lick up the lick up the lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me,
To let that bitch graduate to lesson 3, let's see...

[Splash Splash ..]

Ah you can see I straight wax that ass
Back up bitch unless you want nut in your eye
I never never ever ever seen a bitch cry
Nut 1, nut 2 nut 4 5 6
I lost the 3rd nut in the mix - fuck it!

Hey yo yella boy, let's rewind it!

6 5 4 nut 3 is up
Gimme that gimme that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick baby try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck fuck fuck yo
I get 'em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em thanks for the pussy hole

I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I d.o'
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
To the motel
To the holiday inn
Yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up [what's you do?]
I'll just fuck her friend ...

Ah Dr. Dre [what up?] , my mellow [yo]
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?

Well, it's on and on and on and on
Yo the beat don't stoppin' 'till the break o' dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The mothafuckin' notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga's around
And you know most ho's knows not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tries to diss me
What the fuck I lick her
I smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that's with her
That's the kind of nigga that you're listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute get my dick in you .. yo
NOW EVERY SINGLE BITCH GOT A PRICE TO PAY
UP ON THE DICKS OF N.W.A

I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I d.o'
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
To the motel
To the holiday inn [say what??!]
If that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I'll just fuck her friend ...

Now M.C. REN [what up] my mellow [a check it out] it's on you so what
The fuck you're gonna do?

Now gather 'round yo
And check it out yo
And all the bitches come and suck up all my balls yo
And take a ticket to play with it like a slicky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut
If you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a pop-chart
But after I nut I might leave you
But first I must decieve you, because bitch I don't need you
And don't say that you love me too
'Cause if I turn my back you would fuck the whole crew
You're nothin' but a stank ho' tryin' to take my bank ho'
So I have to let you know ..

At a hotel
And a motel
And a holiday inn [say what??!]
Because if that bitch starts fuckin' up yo, I'll just fuck her friend ..

(featuring Eazy E MC Eiht)

Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT ha ha
You ready Eiht?

MC Eiht: Yeah c'mon

Verse 1: Mack 10

I was born to ride bangin pack heat
got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
moms said "Mack baby watch for danger"
I said "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
I can't switch over night and be good
and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on

Chorus:
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Verse 2: Eazy E

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
peep, nigga I don't sleep
bury muthafuckas in the concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe

Chorus

Verse 3: MC Eiht

Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
keep the calico with extra ammo
so and so gets blasted, to the casket
never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
catch the hot heat from across the street
take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy

Chorus

Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
rest in peace Eazy E
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
fa sho
(Mack Dime)
come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh

Black nigga killa hate brought death
Around the block as a hollow points bust though the punks back
Raised in gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate
Nigga five deep as I strike a quick pace
I got the evil of a dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to my mankind
Born to kill I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breath young hellrasiors
A 30 ot 6 witha scope
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat as I bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow and push led in that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope, when every nigga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga
The black nigga killa

(Chorus X4)

Deep from the death as I crept
I can feel his glock in the back of my neck
I'm thinkin to myself âЂŒwhat the fuckâЂќ as I pause
I can feel my heart thumpin from my balls
Up against his gun what the fuck could I do?
If I make a wrong move, the nigga might shoot
My pops always warned me when I was comin up
If I play pussy, I'm bound to get fucked
Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy
Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas daily
Fat sacks of dirt, to Dayton's, I got em
Slang em dirt cheap cause everything was profit
Now I got his nine on the back of my mind
As I watch my life pass right before my eyes
The shit that I done, is all in my face
Reflections of death as I step with my 38
The black nigga killa

(Chorus X4)

Which bitch made the statement?
About the nigga bustin caps supportin all black Ben Davis
I'm out the doe
My pager's blowin up I check my ghat twice
Cause niggas like to jack on a late night
And as I'm livin like a criminal
I try my best to keep my gang tight and stay away from punk niggas
Strikin down Broadway
I caught some niggas out of bounds from the (pause) upper MLK
Slowly crept from the cut at a quick pace
Ain't no love in my heart all I feel is hate
So 25 with that L might be mando
Cause nigga I'm killin for them gold things with that Zapco
I watch the terror in eyes as he backed up
Ease of the break pop that clutch and watch his chest bust
Wide open as I bounce in the night quicker
From the nine milla trigga
The black nigga killa

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-

(Bone Thugs-n-Harmony feat. Eazy-E)

Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
we wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause Flesh be lovin' this money

I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money

[Chorus]

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MUTHAFUCKA!!

[Chorus]

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money

Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungary
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house

Album: Eternal E
Song: I'd Rather Fuck You

Aaaah, this is one of them songs
you can kick back and smoke a joint to
And get real fucked up
I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there
Oh me? I'm Eazy E, alias a Hoe Taming Motherfucker
And I want all you ladies to know something

Verse 1:
I'd rather fuck with you all goddamn night,
cause your pussy's good
Now I'm fucking al your friends,
cause you ran your mouth like I knew you would
You were bragging to your friends,
saying Eazy E knows how to fuck
So bring your ass in here and give me some,
so I can bust a nut

Chorus:
I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck you) 2x

Verse 2:
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause I like the way you scream my name
I know you like this dick,
cause you enjoy the pleasure and pain
Now I'm riding on this pussy here,
and I'm gonna stiop
We can do it doggystyle,
and you can get on top

Chorus

Whoo boy, I'd rather fuck you, yeah
Ineed you baby, whoo, I'd rather fuck you
I'd rather fuck with you

Verse 3:
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine
I better hurry up and bust a nut,
cause it's check out time,
She said she wanted me to eat the pussy,
well I think I'll pass
So get your ass up you funky bitch,
and wash your ass

Chorus fades

Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got left on this planet
Some motherfucker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in this world like me
The lunatic psycho mutherfucka Eazy-E

Chorus (sang)
24 hours to live
But I don't wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die

Sky diving, scuba diving
To Evil Kinevil stunt car drivin'
Bungee cord jumpin' off a bridge
It's hard to breathe with a fractured rib
I can't take this shit
Let me see how much more time I got to spend
Hit more skins
Back up in her pussy
Up in the back
I gotta let off
A few more nuts
I'm starting to panic
I'm starting to sweat
'Cause I don't really wanna die yet
Dizzy spells, flashbacks in my head
Niggas ain't want me to bein' happy when I'm dead
But I ain't goin' out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin' by the pistol
Took the motheruckin' whistle

Chorus

To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
(Screams)
Shut the fuck up nigga
'Cause you ain't seen shit
I'm 'bout to take this ???? and staight up grip
I'm holdin' the neck of the devil and drink his blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now I'm mad insane, red as ???? as I strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst
False alarms, and no harm that will commit to the E
But now I'm down to an hour 23
Time is moving fast, but not that slow
I thought I had an hour, but it's seconds left the go
I ran into the office
No more time is left
I ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my (BOOM)

Chorus


Spoken:
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
in an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph, how do you define time?
What is a minute?
How important is an hour when 24 hours becomes a lifetime

Oooooh, so define how do we define time?
Now you choose
How will you spend your last 24 hours?
C'mon..talk to me

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said, ?My man JD is on freebase?
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine

Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times, front page

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb h*** says somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid *** by her nappy ass weave

She started talkin *** wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the h***
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I'm rollin' hard now, I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother?
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another

Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the County Jail
Two days later in Municipal Court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart

Disruption of a court said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Suzy
The *** came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Fat girl!
You're a fat girl
Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl [2x]

(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, I double looked
and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said

[Ron-de-vu]
Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body

[Eazy-E]
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock

[Chorus:]
I got a fat girl on my jock
Fat girl
Got a fat girl on my jock

She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown
and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground
Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me
Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!]
I was hell, victim of a scandal
coz this girl's too much for E to handle
Broke tha bee's grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin because of addiction
Legs on fire because of friction
My gun broke, now I was doomed
Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, tha fat girl fell
Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
and all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock

[Chorus]

" Yo Dre man i took this bi*** out to the movies and shit man we kissing and grinding and shit so we hopped in the backseat you know man this bi*** rubbing all on my dick and fronting like she gonna give me the pussy man and the bi*** said three words stop, no and dont i said bi***"

You dont have to front on me dear,( dont front on me) so why dont you just give that pussy here(just give me the pussy) if you be good to me ohh ill be good to you and we can both ride home in my automobile.

All that i want is a little puss(thats all he wants, i know he wants something else) all that i want is a little head( just a little bit). you be good to me ohh ill be good to you and we can both ride home in my automobile.

"man you know how i be telling hoes to be at my afterpartys after the show and shit.take the bi***es to the hotel room they be in the room they wont give the pussy"

You don't have to front on me bi***,(dont front on me) dont be afarid its only a dick. Give up the pussy soon all i want is a little womb or get your groupie ass out my hotel room. or get your groupie ass out my hotel room.(doo doo doo give up the pussy get out get out get out get out get out all that i want is the pussy all i want is the pussy all i want is the pussy....)

(Penthouse Players Clique feat. DJ Quik, Eazy-E)

[Eazy-E]
This is Eazy motherfuckin' E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse
And we chillin' in this motherfucker
Yo Playa, spit

[Playa Hamm]
Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness
Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package
For the suckers who didn't think we was coming just like this
Kiss my ass and watch a troop straight freak your bitch
And get a hoe back with a mack smooth controlling the mind
And the body, be giving up the pussy a party
See busta-ass niggas getting paid, but it ain't shit though
Yeah you punk motherfuckers doing low but yo
Witness a mack with strong back attack with no pity
Getting fat off your bitch's titty
Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide
Run but you can't hide, check your girl I'm sure to slide
Run up and between and get a hoe cause she's been asking for
Don't disrespect us, ??? she'll come back for more
Never underestimate the power of a young troop
Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip
With suckers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs
And bitches on the dick like my BVD underwear
For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what?
I'm a still hit some guts, get a nut, and a some cuts, sluta

[Eazy-E]
If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing
And there's a sucker born every motherfuckin' minute
Yo Quik, kick that shit

[DJ Quik]
Now the suckers take a licking like a Timex
Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex
And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E
(And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) with something bumping for your stereo
But sucker-ass niggas don't hear me though
But funky is the password to make them fear me, though
Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound
And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds
Claiming you peel caps, nigga I pull naps
Of the next of the saps with that wack-ass cap
Like these South Bronx niggas, starving like rats
With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps
How would you figure that a nigga like the Quik would show you slack?
I'd rather put a fucking shank in your back
Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck your moms at gunpoint
Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint
So if you're looking in The Source magazine and don't see me
It's cause the fucking East Coast is the enemy
But I got something that'll serve you right
Nighty night motherfuckers (gunshot), sleep tight

[Eazy-E]
Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes
Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes
Fade 'em my skinhead nigga

[Tweed]
Now I'm a ??? for sharp clothing and pose and be chosen
I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and
Rolling suckers up in a zag like a spliff
Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette
It's been said that I'm a get fucked
Or get fucked standing straight up
It's something bout your face, make me want to slap it
Something bout your eye, make me want to black it
Call me "Earl Shibe," I'll dip you alive
Spraypaint your posse for $99.95
The track stainless, the record of Tweed
Don't confuse me, for your bitch or your homey
Yeah I'm talking shit, only God can kill me
Your rhymes don't thrill me, suck my sweet dick, Willy
Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million?
I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in
The P the P the C, pimp or die low
Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope
I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles
Heart of California, land of the scandalous

[Eazy-E]
Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherfuckin' players
Kicking that pimp shit for '92
And if you don't like it, fuck you

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!"