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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.

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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha cause that's all you could do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood but,
Referred to as a thief,
They say a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the fuck they him,
the one that they jock.
niggaz in line,
Whoever fucks his rhyme,
And you fuck with him,
You fuck with his nine.
Not scared to the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga)He could whoop his ass he's bigger.
Size mean shit,
He's the old school fool,
He's a from the streets,
And supposed to rule,
Not he's in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the to keep niggaz in line.
Never a fuck,

Because I that he's a nigga that you want to be.
He can't help it in shit,
But he hold shit back,
a gangsta 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 your 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 collects his ho',
All paid,
For the that he made,
Got the in the house,
For the that he laid.
Not a he's a pimp,
Now of course the boss,
So keep bitch out his face,
Or else gonna get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck him,
Rip your head apart.
Gangsta,
That's what they
But him with his stroll,
He bailin'.
he goes,
There's no but silence.
They say that the one,
gang violence,
That's a lie a critic,
All whack bullshit,
So let me you motherfuckers,
Who you with,

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

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