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Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It Album Lyrics



Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It Lyrics






Still Talkin

[Baby Cryin', Scary music, laughin' voice .. ]

Good evening, and welcome to Eazy's playhouse,
you stupid muthaf*ckaaaaaa!

[a low bass metal voice .. ]

Now that you got the album,
what the f*ck are you gonna do with it,
BITCH BITCH Bitch bitch ...

Eazily I aproach, the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it
And walk around the stage and
If you f*ck up I'm goin' to get my gage and
Unload the barrel and lough
Cuz I'm puttin' led in your mothaf*ckin' ass
Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted
Because when I'm on hard my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 ho's when I f*ck
Cuz I do a check, nut 1 nut 2
Then I save my nut for when there's nothin' else to do
You're used to the crew, bitch
Cuz I would never quit
As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit

I told you that nigga was crazy
E boy, that's my boy, godamnit

I got a fable that you need to listen to
It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two
One Sharone and the other one Shine
I want to nut but which one do I want?
Shine said Eazy let me f*ck you blind
And Sharon said E I want to blow your mind
I said f*ck it, I know what should be done
Just pull your panties down and I'll f*ck the biggest one
And then I get the other pussy put it in the freezer
So I can always have a on-hold skeezer
Get out to tick it, I do it like that
So I told the ho's to take a big step back
Took the zipper down, I'z wide and said
Here's what I'm gonna put inside
Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's wreck it
But I won't love you,
When I'm done I'd still be talkin' shit ...

That boy'z good
Yeah that boy's good
That mothaf*cka'z talkin' all kinds of shit
I used to get pussy like eazy here and every day
You're mothaf*ckin' lyin'
How you know I'm mothaf*ckin' lyin'?
You're lyin', your dick can't get hard ..
Oh, suck my dick mothaf*cka
Nigga you lied
Who you're talkin' to..?
...

[Dre:] Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit,
HEY YO YELLA BOY! LET'S REWIND IT!

Niggaz don't see I'm a 100% legit
And you know it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about f*ckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho'
Just throwin' me the pussy
She says she wants to do it like a doggy
She's bad, nobody is badder
But she got more crabs than a seafood platter
Bitch on the gang move, to skizz me
Just to say "I got f*cked by Eazy"
So I slapped the ho' like a pimp
I might be a women-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about
All of ya'll can just suck my dick
You can quote me now cuz I'm still talkin' shit ..

The boy's good, I told you the boy's good
The nigga has talent
You don't know a damn thing
Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, Maestro
I can do the bagaloo
That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ...
Hey f*ck you, f*ck you ..
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Writer: JIM CAPALDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Nobody Move

Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
(Believe that, boy)
You're strapped?
(Yeah, you know it)
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
(Yeah, shoot any motherf*cker that moves)

[pow]
("Alright everybody...")

This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherf*ckers can see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit
and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

[Chorus:]

("Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt") [pow]
[repeat 4X]

(Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your f*ckin head off)

Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the f*ckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherf*ckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid motherf*ckers' money
Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherf*cker's a nerd
But back to the bitches I'm peepin
and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
(What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man)
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so

[Chorus]

(I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot)

Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a f*ck, I take traveler's checks
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
(Three motherf*ckin police starin at me; what to do now?)
Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherf*ckin alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five of ya bitches are comin with me
([Police:] Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in)
F*ck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
([Police:] They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!)
([MC Ren:] You stupid motherf*cker tryin' to run
now you're dead as f*ck tryin' to race a gun)
([Police:] Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
or else the tear gas is about to blast)
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was f*cked up, the shit was smokin
with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a motherf*ckin cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is

[Chorus]

([Police:] Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards)

(Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again)
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Writer: NORMAN WASHINGTON JACKSON, DAVE KELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Ruthless Villain

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

[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.

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

[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
Referred to as a walking thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the f*ck they blamin' him,
He's the one that they jock.
Keepin' niggaz in line,
Whoever f*cks with his rhyme,
And before you f*ck with him,
You gotta f*ck with his nine.
Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga) He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger.
Size don't mean shit,
He's from the old school fool,
He's a villain from the streets,
And he's supposed to rule,
Not sayin' he's in shit,
But he's down for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line.
Never givin' a f*ck,
(huh?)
Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be.
He can't help it he's in shit,
But he don't hold shit back,
He's a gangsta in black,
And he's about to attack.

[Eazy-E]
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a f*ck.

"Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!"

[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
You can lock up yo' shit,
He's Still Stealin',
Gettin' respect,
Cause the boy kicks butt,
But the real meaning is,
He don't give a f*ck,
It's Eazy-E in the crowd,
But he's not in the 4,
I tell his money flow,
As he collects from his ho',
All expenses paid,
For the rhymes that he made,
Got the trophys in the house,
For the girls that he laid.
Not a wimp he's a pimp,
Now of course he's the boss,
So keep your bitch out his face,
Or else she's gonna get tossed.
The hard to be f*cked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna f*ck with him,
He'll Rip your head apart.
Gangsta Gangsta,
That's what they yellin'
But him with his gangsta stroll,
He keeps bailin'.
Wherever he goes,
There's no discussion but silence.
They say that he's the one,
Promotin' gang violence,
That's a lie just a critic,
All that whack bullshit,
So let me tell you motherf*ckers,
Who you f*ckin' with,

[Eazy-E]
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a f*ck.

[Eazy-E:] "Yo Ren?"
[MC-Ren:] "What's up?"
[Eazy-E:] "Let's get the f*ck outta here!"
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




2 Hard Muthas

[Eazy-E]
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

[Dre]
Aw shit I left the muthaf*cka with Poog

[Eazy-E]
You dumb muthaf*cka
what the f*ck we gonna do now?

[Yella]
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

[Dre]
Man what the f*ck is he talkin' bout

[M.C. Ren]
Yo does it look like we can play some f*ckin' drums?

[Yella]
Man I can play the drums

[Everyone except Yella]
Bullshit!

[Yella]
Man I used to f*ck it up at Compton

[Arguin']

[M.C. Ren]
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo F*ck it up Yella

[M.C. Ren]
Yo were two hard muthaf*ckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as f*ck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say f*ck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthaf*ckaz the deal

[Eazy-E]
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so f*ck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]
I'm a hard muthaf*cka

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthaf*ckaz! [x4]

[M.C. Ren]
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a f*ck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' f*cked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
[Eazy-E:] "they would get f*cked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a f*ck right
so you and ya boys can get the f*ck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthaf*cka

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthaf*ckaz! [x4]

[Eazy-E]
Eazy and Ren is f*ckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

[M.C. Ren]
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthaf*ckaz step on the scene

[Eazy-E]
Now this is some shit

[M.C. Ren]
Yo what are you sayin'

[Eazy-E]
you stupid muthaf*ckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the f*ck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to f*ck the E

[M.C. Ren]
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthaf*ckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already f*cked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

[Eazy-E]
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the f*ck on out

[M.C. Ren]
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]
Where two hard muthaf*ckaz!

[Chorus]
2 Hard Muthaf*ckaz! (x4)
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix)

[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherf*ckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

[Chorus]

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit

[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherf*cker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beat for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
"Disruption of the court", said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

[Chorus]
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Writer: Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, Chase Texas, Chad Ribinson, O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young, Eric Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © WUSSYPUFF MUSIC




Eazy-Duz-It

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

[Chorus]
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking muthafukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

[Chorus]

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

[Chorus]

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka
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Writer: GEORGE CLINTON, WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, LORENZO PATTERSON, ABRIM TILMON, BERNARD WORRELL, ERIC WRIGHT, ANDRE YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING




Eazy-Er Said Then Dunn

[Dre]
Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.

[Eazy-E]
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.

[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

[Eazy-E]
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
you must be sick or ya lonely
how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me
([Eazy - E:] Yo Ren)
([M.C. Ren:] What sup)
get the gat show 'em where it's at
and that's just the sound
and next time I'm peelin ya cap
to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn.

[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

[Eazy-E]
Radio jams are the part of the cycle
eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title
rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
([M.C. Ren:] but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come Eazy go
don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[gun shots]
now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
now everybody want's to know the A-G-E
girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
had everybody thinkin' I was only 15
the fellaz would annoy me
the ladyz would adore me
and what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
cause the ladyz I luv 'em
nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real Eazy cause others be fakin'
tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
sayin' on your records you could get some
yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.

[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
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Writer: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, EDDIE FLOYD, MACK RICE, RUFUS THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Radio

[DJ:] This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is this ?
[Guy1:] Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson
[DJ:] Yo man, where you callin' from ?
[Guy1:] I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record
[DJ:] What's it called man ?
[Guy1:] Yo, it's called "Radio"
[DJ:] We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...

Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio
with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo
Release some rhymes that you will find demandin'
with Dre's beats that are so outstandin'
I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean
Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
On the radio the greatest of all times
like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes
So tune your station, and clear all the static
and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it
in me, to be easy about the situation
So just kick it and listen to the station
playin' my music, it's hard to lose it
It's constantly on request cause you choose it
I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong
and your radio's def when my record's on - [LL Cool J]

[chorus:]

(You wanna know why...because...)
I'm on the...
Radio [echo] - [Chuck D]

[Dr.Dre:] Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya
system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio takin'
calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin'
[ring]
Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ?
[Girl1:] Hi, this is Joyce.
I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?
Yes, it's 9-7-6...
[click]

Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise
and rock the party and shock all the B-boys
Take on my radio from phono to tuner
I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner
Now I move my antenna to the center
then grab a hold of the handle and (??)
then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it
Am I lyin', Ren ? ([MC Ren:] Man, you know you're witty)
Your request is clear, that you're givin'
Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin'
with me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
on vacation, with your station
that's playin' live in every location
Blowin' out ya speaker
it won't get weaker
I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek
And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y
It's on the air, but you axe why
I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin'
I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin'
to get busy; I don't quit it
and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it
Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
It's Eazy E on the air (rockin' without a band)

[chorus]

[DJ:] You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to
join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my
homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse.
Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E...
with more...radio

Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
hittin' number one spots across the nation
I'm on the charts, you can go list'em
but now listen, I'm on your system
AM or FM, I'm in power
You hear my music once every hour
So listen up to the rhyme and percussion
but do this with no discussion
Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin'
Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason
With no profanity, but what can I say
Yo Dre ([Dr. Dre:] What up ?) Do it your way
On the radio you get more looser
Take my word you're a dope producer
We combine to put out hits
but jealous people, they just have fits
cause we get airplay, but we're not thru
Dre, am I serious ? ([Dr. Dre:] Cold word) Well thank you !
People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin'
On the air, I don't be playin'
Just gettin' my point across to the public
Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject
I can play (rock), but I prefer (hip hop)
It's Eazy E on your radio non stop !

[chorus]

[MC Ren:] Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just
like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?
[Girl2:] Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get
paid, motha...
[plop]
[Dr. Dre:] You got ganked...
Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?
[Girls:] Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed
[DJ Speed:] Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?
[Girls:] The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !
[Dr. Dre:] Hello, you're on the air
[Guy3:] Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle
[Dr. Dre:] Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?
[Guy3:] I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"
[Dr. Dre:] Man, you're late. The record is already o...
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Writer: JIMMY HARRY, EVAN A ROGERS, CARL ALLEN STURKEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




No More ?s

[Female:] We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
[Female:] How are you doing ?
Allright
[Female:] So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?

[Verse One: Eazy-E]

Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all about comin up
Makin sure no punks are runnin up
([Eazy E:] Because I'm a gangster havin fun)
Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
Terrible, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang, sold undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief
or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal
Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
([Female:] Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?)
Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta curse
out anybody gettin on my nerves
You get beat, ganked, broke and served
So... you know who I am
and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn

[Female:] Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?
Sometimes
[Female:] Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody?

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]

Wait... for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... all the lights are out
Grabbed the door and it's locked, so
easily made my way to the window
Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing
Looked around, and then I climbed in
Once inside, I start takin
Cause you know it's no time for shakin
Get what you gonna get, front and center
or get five years for breakin and enter
Move quickly, but no runnin
Shht, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
Over the wall... don't fall
Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson
So... is there any more questions?

[Female:] Yes, as a matter of fact, there is...
Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?
You mean a 211?
[Female:] Yeah

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]

There's a store, but don't point
Walk inside, case the joint
One man behind the counter, another in the back
Go out to the car and load the gat
Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task
Go in broke, come out with cash
([Female:] Were you slick?)
Yeah, you gotta be cunnin
Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin
Walked in, said: "This is a robbery"
Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby
Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag
I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags
The man in the back had a camera
so he came out to test his stamina
against Eazy E, but he took one
Fell to the floor, so I ran
back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it"
Took the gun, and then dumped it
I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I feel like nobody is badder than me
([Female:] Is all that true ?)
I don't lie
You see... I'm not mister nice guy

[Female:] Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?
Not exactly
[Female:] And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?

[Outro: Eazy-E]

Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my hit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
thought, and damn so what?
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N-W-A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
([Female:] What's your real name?)
No more questions!
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Writer: ALVAUGHN JACKSON, MICHAEL GOODS, NICOLE DAWN MILLER, SYBIL JEFFERIES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING




Imma Break It Down

[Eazy-E]
My eternal jam is the juice of the radio
takin' out profanity so they can play it though
listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat
going to the record store say ya gonna buy
that the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y
so that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits
takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit
push play on the instrumental thats recorded
step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded
some sort of track appeared like a plaque
and some hell of a screen from the girls in the back
takin' a bow cause I got style
never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile
yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short
guarenteed to help when I walk on the court
so get up make some noise for the gangsta clap
gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta
I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around
cause I'mma break it down

[Eazy-E]
Last time I was takin' my time with this
but other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this
I had to change the tip or make it hyper
but they was rotten, I was gettin' riper
ready to go, like never before
givin' you more because I'm ready to score
Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often
helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin'
curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key
balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim
and I'm locked in, and I made up my mind
and I think I'm gonna rock then
you got beaches chill and I'mma push ya
to freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher
and say ya have pricin' and then out ya go
cause a percentage on point bellys are very low
messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt
like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt
I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man
[M.C. Ren:] "But ya the dopest one I ever saw!"
I keep droppin' it pound for pound
and when I'm on the mic I always throw down
to keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound
so listen cause I'mma break it down

[Eazy-E]
Now look at me and not the poster
and you could see right off I got the most of
the talent, experience or a trade
and complements for the rhyme thats made
talks over today if this one so
pick another artist and dis one
I got the ballet of the chosen vote
cause I don't need water to clear my throat
comin' from the rain the show is like dancin'
nasty like and the girls are like glancin'
wantin' to get wit me this routine
keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean
can ya dis this man I don't think so
once I start writin' the way I let the ink go
comin' out with songs like hit after hit
cause this is legit and yours ain't shit
makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius
but your amazed with ya happy to see this
brother go crazy on wax
flowin' away like if I was on a sax
doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight
relax and chill while your up tight
pumpin' up the funky sounds
yo you should know it's kinda persist
that the E is gonna break it down
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Eazy-Chapter 8 Verse 10 (B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.)

[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherf*ckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

[Chorus]

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit

[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherf*cker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beat for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
"Disruption of the court", said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

[Chorus]
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