[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E]
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Believe that
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[Female: How are you doing ?]
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Allright
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[Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?]
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Verse One: Eazy-E
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Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
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Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
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Bankin, I specialized in gankin
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whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
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Daily, it's all about comin up
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Makin sure no punks are runnin up
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[Eazy E: Because I'm a gangster havin fun]
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Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
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Terrible, I never listened to my mother
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It went in one ear, and out the other
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Ran my gang, sold undercover
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Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
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I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
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At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
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Rollin, and runnin from the police
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Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief
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or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal
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Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
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Hard and raw, no regard for the law
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[Female: Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?]
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Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
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And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
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Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
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It's in my nature, I gotta curse
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out anybody gettin on my nerves
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You get beat, ganked, broke and served
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So... you know who I am
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and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn
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[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?]
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Sometimes
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[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody?]
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Verse Two: Eazy-E
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Wait... for some people to leave
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I got another trick up my sleeve
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Step with pep to the back of the house
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Looked in... all the lights are out
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Grabbed the door and it's locked, so
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easily made my way to the window
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Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing
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Looked around, and then I climbed in
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Once inside, I start takin
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Cause you know it's no time for shakin
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Get what you gonna get, front and center
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or get five years for breakin and enter
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Move quickly, but no runnin
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Shht, I think somebody's comin
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Hear the front door key, and I flee
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out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
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Over the wall... don't fall
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Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
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Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson
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So... is there any more questions?
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[Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is...
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Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?]
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You mean a 211?
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[Female: Yeah]
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Verse Three: Eazy-E
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There's a store, but don't point
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Walk inside, case the joint
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One man behind the counter, another in the back
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Go out to the car and load the gat
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Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task
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Go in broke, come out with cash
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[Female: Were you slick?]
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Yeah, you gotta be cunnin
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Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin
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Walked in, said: "This is a robbery"
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Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby
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Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag
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I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags
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The man in the back had a camera
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so he came out to test his stamina
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against Eazy E, but he took one
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Fell to the floor, so I ran
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back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it"
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Took the gun, and then dumped it
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I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
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Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
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My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
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I feel like nobody is badder than me
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[Female: Is all that true ?]
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I don't lie
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You see... I'm not mister nice guy
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[Female: Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?]
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Not exactly
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[Female: And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?]
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Outro: Eazy-E
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Bad and bold, you can't get with this
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Those that tried, you're on my shit list
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Can't be caught, sought or fought
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thought, and damn sholl bought
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Down and dirty from the C-P-T
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N-W-A and Eazy-E
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One more, before we end this session
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[Female: What's your real age?]
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No more questions!
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No More?
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Eazy-E |