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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."
"Awright, go ahead."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave shit unlocked 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 don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a bit!"
"Allright bet."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit and he's stealin',
So tha police cause that's all you could 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 for the kids on the block,
Why the fuck blamin' him,
the one that they jock.
Keepin' in line,
Whoever with 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 his ass cause he's bigger.
Size mean shit,
He's from the old fool,
a villain from the streets,
And he's to rule,
Not sayin' in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the to keep niggaz in line.
Never a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know that he's a nigga you want to be.
He help it he's in shit,
But he don't hold back,
a gangsta in black,
And he's 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 smoke you 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 real is,
He give a fuck,
Eazy-E in the crowd,
But not in the 4,
I his money flow,
As he collects 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 else she's get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck him,
He'll Rip your 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 press luck,
smoke you like that,
And give a fuck.

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