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

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

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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without 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 fuck they him,
He's the one that jock.
Keepin' in line,
fucks with his rhyme,
And before you with him,
You gotta fuck his nine.
Not scared to pull the on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga) He could his ass cause he's bigger.
Size mean shit,
He's the old school fool,
He's a villain the streets,
And he's to rule,
Not sayin' in shit,
But down for mine,
He was put on the streets to niggaz in line.
Never a fuck,
(huh?)
I know 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 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 meaning is,
He give a fuck,
It's in the crowd,
But not in the 4,
I his money flow,
As he from his ho',
All paid,
For the rhymes he made,
Got the in the house,
For the that he laid.
Not a he's a pimp,
Now of course the boss,
So your bitch out his face,
Or she's gonna 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,
Promotin' 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 smoke you that,
And won't a fuck.

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