No More ?'s

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We're sitting here with Eazy-E
 Believe that
 How are you doing?
 Alright
 So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?
 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
 (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 13, I bought a '64 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
 (Eazy-E, were you ever caught slipping?)
 Hell nah! 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
 Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?
 Sometimes
 Okay, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" someone?
 Wait, for some people to leave
 I got another trick up my sleeve
 Step with pep to the back of the house
 Looked in, 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'
 Shh, I think somebody's comin'
 Hear the front door key, and I flee
 Out the back 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?
 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?
 Yeah
 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
 (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 run
 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
 (Is all that true?)
 I don't lie
 You see, I'm not Mister Nice Guy
 Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?
 Not exactly
 And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?
 Bad and bold, you can't get with this
 Those that tried, you're on my shit list
 Can't be caught, sought, or fought
 Taught, 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
 (What's your real name?)
 No more questions!
 

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Duration
03:55
Key
7
Tempo
106 BPM

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