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

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.

Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why you rewind it.Hey
man you get more hyped up tonight!"
MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you this shit 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 cause that's all you do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
Referred to as a thief,
say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the they blamin' him,
the one that they jock.
Keepin' in line,
Whoever with his rhyme,
And before you with him,
You fuck with his nine.
Not to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause bigger.
Size mean shit,
He's the old school fool,
He's a villain the streets,
And supposed to rule,
Not sayin' in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the to keep niggaz in line.
givin' a fuck,

Because I know that he's a nigga you want to be.
He can't 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,
tearin' shit up,
Don't on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you press luck,
I'll you like that,
And won't a fuck.

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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
You can up yo' shit,
He's Stealin',
respect,
Cause the boy butt,
But the real is,
He give a fuck,
It's in the crowd,
But not in the 4,
I tell his flow,
As he collects his ho',
All paid,
For the rhymes he made,
Got the in the house,
For the that he laid.
Not a wimp a pimp,
Now of he's the boss,
So keep bitch out his face,
Or she's gonna get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
fuck with him,
He'll Rip head apart.
Gangsta,
That's they yellin'
But him with his stroll,
He bailin'.
he goes,
There's no but silence.
They say he's 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 your luck,
smoke you like that,
And give a fuck.

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