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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and 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 don't you it.Hey
man you get more hyped up tonight!"
MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it fuck up my eardrums a little bit!"
Dre : "Allright bet."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you do but,
He'll get without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood but,
Referred to as a thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the on the block,
Why the they blamin' him,
He's the one they jock.
niggaz in line,
Whoever fucks his rhyme,
And before you with him,
You fuck with his nine.
Not scared to pull the trigger on a ass nigga,
(A nigga)He could whoop his ass he's bigger.
Size don't shit,
He's from the old fool,
He's a villain the streets,
And he's to rule,
Not he's in shit,
But down for mine,
He was put on the streets to niggaz in line.
givin' a fuck,

Because I that he's a nigga that you want to be.
He can't it he's in shit,
But he don't hold back,
a gangsta in black,
And about to attack.

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold tearin' up,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you your luck,
I'll you like that,
And give 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,
It's 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 course the boss,
So keep your out his face,
Or she's gonna get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna with him,
He'll Rip head apart.
Gangsta,
That's what yellin'
But him his gangsta 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,
no kind 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 outta here!"