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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,
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.

[Dre:] "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you it.Hey
man you get more 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,
your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha cause 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 he's a bad for the kids on the block,
Why the they blamin' him,
the one that they jock.
Keepin' in line,
fucks with his rhyme,
And you fuck with him,
You gotta fuck his nine.
Not scared to the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga) He whoop his ass cause he's bigger.
Size don't shit,
He's from the old fool,
a villain from the streets,
And he's to rule,
Not sayin' in shit,
But down for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep in line.
Never a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know that a nigga that you want to be.
He can't help it 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 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 his money flow,
As he from his ho',
All paid,
For the that he made,
Got the in the house,
For the that he laid.
Not a he's a pimp,
Now of he's the boss,
So your bitch out his face,
Or she's gonna get tossed.
The hard to be with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck him,
Rip your head apart.
Gangsta,
That's what 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,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no 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 fuck here!"