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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."
"Awright, go ahead."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you do but,
He'll get away 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 hyped up tonight!"
"Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!"
"Allright bet."

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
to as a walking thief,
They say a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the they blamin' him,
the one that they jock.
Keepin' in line,
Whoever with his rhyme,
And before you fuck him,
You gotta with his nine.
Not scared to the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga) He could whoop his ass he's bigger.
don't mean shit,
He's from the old fool,
He's a villain the streets,
And supposed to rule,
Not sayin' in shit,
But he's for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep in line.
givin' a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know that a nigga that you want to be.
He help it he's in shit,
But he hold shit back,
a gangsta 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,
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 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 that he laid.
Not a wimp a pimp,
Now of course the boss,
So keep your out his face,
Or she's gonna get tossed.
The to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna with him,
He'll Rip head apart.
Gangsta,
That's what yellin'
But him his gangsta stroll,
He bailin'.
he goes,
There's no but silence.
They say he's 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!"