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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 a freestyle then."
Dre : "Awright, go ahead."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without a clue.

Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey
man you gotta get more 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,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police that's all you could do but,
He'll get away leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the chief 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.
Keepin' in line,
Whoever with his rhyme,
And before you with him,
You gotta 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 the old school fool,
a villain from the streets,
And he's to rule,
Not he's in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep in line.
givin' a fuck,

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

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold shit up,
Don't 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 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 rhymes he made,
Got the in the house,
For the girls he laid.
Not a wimp a pimp,
Now of he's 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 they 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 whack bullshit,
So let me you motherfuckers,
Who you with,

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold shit up,
Don't on my face,
no kind 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 outta here!"