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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,
Leave your shit and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause all you could do but,
He'll get 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 more up tonight!"
MC-Ren : "Damn, why you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!"
Dre : "Allright bet."

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

Because I know that 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,
Cold shit up,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you press luck,
smoke 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 real is,
He give 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 your out his face,
Or else she's get tossed.
The hard to be with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna with him,
He'll Rip 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 that bullshit,
So let me you motherfuckers,
Who you with,

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold shit up,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you your luck,
I'll smoke you that,
And won't a fuck.

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