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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."
"Awright, go ahead."

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

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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and stealin',
So tha police cause that's all you could do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control the neighboorhood chief but,
to as a walking thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the on the block,
Why the fuck blamin' him,
He's the one that jock.
niggaz in line,
Whoever with his rhyme,
And before you fuck him,
You fuck with his nine.
Not scared to pull the trigger on a ass nigga,
(A nigga) He could whoop his ass cause bigger.
Size don't shit,
He's from the old fool,
a villain from the streets,
And supposed to rule,
Not he's in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the to keep niggaz in line.
Never a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know he's a nigga that you want to be.
He help it he's in shit,
But he don't shit back,
He's a in black,
And about to attack.

Cause I'm a villain,
Cold shit 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.

"Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' junkie!"

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
You can up yo' shit,
He's Stealin',
respect,
Cause the boy butt,
But the real is,
He give 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 rhymes he made,
Got the in the house,
For the that he laid.
Not a wimp a pimp,
Now of course the boss,
So your bitch out his face,
Or else she's get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
fuck 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 tearin' up,
Don't on my face,
no kind of junk,
in control,
And if you your luck,
I'll you like that,
And give a fuck.

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