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MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much we got left on ths tape?"
Dre : "About a of minutes."
: "Well let me bust a freestyle then."
Dre : "Awright, go ahead."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away leavin' a clue.

Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey
man you get more hyped up tonight!"
MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!"
Dre : "Allright bet."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit and he's stealin',
So call tha police that's all you could do but,
He'll get away leavin' a clue.
Keepin' in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
to as a walking thief,
They say he's a bad for the kids on the block,
Why the fuck blamin' him,
the one that they jock.
Keepin' in line,
fucks with his rhyme,
And before you with him,
You fuck with his nine.
Not scared to the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause bigger.
Size don't shit,
He's from the old fool,
He's a from the streets,
And supposed to rule,
Not he's in shit,
But down for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep in line.
Never a fuck,

Because I know he's a nigga that you want to be.
He help it he's in shit,
But he hold shit back,
He's a in black,
And he's to attack.

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold tearin' up,
Don't on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you press luck,
smoke you like that,
And won't a fuck.

"Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' junkie!"

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
You can up yo' shit,
Still Stealin',
respect,
Cause the boy butt,
But the meaning is,
He don't a fuck,
Eazy-E in the crowd,
But not in the 4,
I tell his flow,
As he from his ho',
All paid,
For the that he made,
Got the in the house,
For the girls he laid.
Not a he's a pimp,
Now of he's the boss,
So your bitch out his face,
Or she's gonna get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck him,
Rip your head apart.
Gangsta,
That's what yellin'
But him his gangsta stroll,
He bailin'.
he goes,
There's no but silence.
They say that the one,
gang violence,
That's a lie a critic,
All that bullshit,
So let me you motherfuckers,
Who you with,

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold tearin' up,
Don't on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you press luck,
smoke you like that,
And won't a fuck.

: "Yo Ren?"
: "What's up?"
Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck here!"