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

Ruthless gangsta, villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and stealin',
So call tha police that's all you could do but,
He'll get away leavin' a clue.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey
man you gotta get hyped 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 unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police that's all you could do but,
get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
Referred to as a thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the on the block,
Why the they blamin' him,
He's the one they jock.
Keepin' in line,
Whoever fucks 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 whoop his ass cause he's bigger.
Size mean shit,
He's the old school fool,
He's a 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.
givin' a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know that he's a nigga 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,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you press luck,
I'll smoke you 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 don't a fuck,
Eazy-E in the crowd,
But not in the 4,
I tell his flow,
As he collects his ho',
All paid,
For the rhymes he made,
Got the in the house,
For the girls 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,
fuck with him,
He'll Rip your apart.
Gangsta,
That's they yellin'
But him with his 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,
come on my face,
Pumpin' no of junk,
in control,
And if you your luck,
I'll you like that,
And won't a fuck.

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