("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really dont give a fuck hahaha.")
Niggaz aint shit in the 90's I dont trustem and bitches on my
dick but they aint shit so mutha fuckem. Eazy knows whats up cuz
see he really dont give a fuck cuz it dont concern me if dont
pertain to money or a nut. But then again I talk to a few of my
friends 9 times outta 10 bout some endz or some skinz. Cuz Im tha
type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit,rappn is my hustle
bustn ho's is a habbit.I stab it like a true no good nigga
should,I do it the way a down OG nigga would. And now Niggaz know
Eric Wright aint no busta,Another platnium cut from tha Compton
Thugsta, My name is "Eazy-E"
"Eazy Mutha Fuckn E, A real Nigga, Born and Raised in Mutha Fuckn
Compton, This ones dedicated to you busta ass niggaz ,you know
who you are. Smoke a fat ass joint to this BITCH!!!HAHAHAH"
I dont think Im all this or that but Im all me original Gangsta
E-A-Z-Y-E. Down from tha Jump now Im ending with tha bizya,still
rollin in my 6-4 on them thizangs. Do wicked shit,cuz shit is
wicked on the streetz and from what my eyes see the wickedness
will never cease. Bitches on my dick and ya know Im running yall
so ya just sold your soul to tha mutha fuckn devils son in law.
Wicked as could be Eazy-E got tha flow.LEAVING A SMELL OF DEATH
ON THA ROW FOR SURE(or Show). And a ho cant make me or break me
but she can take me to a motel and work a niggaz smell.Cuz Im
"Eazy-E"
"Yeah,suck on these nutz mutha fucka's, Get with tha real and
quit faking tha funk. And oh yeah,stay off my dick,haha,really
doe,hahaha"
I let my demons loose when I hit tha 8 juice, and I leave a trail
of stiff's when Im high off of a spliffs.Niggaz talk shit so I
talk a lot of shit to, NiggaPour yourself into me
Our time approaches
So near, that I sigh
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies
We carry them all away, as we glide through their lost eyes
You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind
Arise from your slumber in my arms
Your beauty took the strength from me
In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars
Romantic in our tastes
We are without excuse
We burn in our lust
We die in our eyes and drown in our arms