(Eazy-E)
Aww Yea
lets take a trip

just sit back and light a spliff
with this and dont slip
on a funky dope track

jump back
strapped with the fat buddha sac
and a '78 lac

oh clean
gangsta lean
i got green

bud
i serve dubs
like it aint no thang

i hang with OG
playas dont set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack

i dont slack when it come to streets
i kick real g funk to a gangsta beat
its so sweet when you got money to spend

i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz
i make ends
spend my dough

oh no fo
thats how it is
and thats how it go

act like you know
when i creep real slow
givin love to the playas that i know is real


(2Pac)


ever since a ^!$$% was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
still ballin

Ridin on these ^!$$%z cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy
still heavy in this game

can you feel me
Blame it on my momma
Im a thug ^!$$%

Up befo the sun rise
quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on

^!$$% then we first to bomb
Bust on these (*##$-made ^!$$%z hit em up
WESTSIDE!!!

Ain't nobody love me as a broke ^!$$%
Finger on the trigger
Lord forgive me if I smoke ^!$$%z

I love my females strapped
then $#&@ em from the back
I get my currency in stacks

Californias where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these ^!$$%z wonder why
I got shot but didnt die

let em see whos next to try
Did I cry
hell nah ^!$$% tear shed

for all my homies in the pen
many peers dead
^!$$%z still ballin


(2Pac)
Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page
shot to death
bullets to the head

^!$$%z holla out my name
and its similar to rain
Motha$#&@as know Im comin

so they runnin to they graves
watch
Swoop down with my ^!$$% from the Pound

{Eazy}dont give a $#&@
were you coward ^!$$%z now
blast
Keep pumpin
ain't worried bout nuttin

Busters thought we was frontin
so reload and keep dumpin

(Eazy E)


dump on fools with a quickness
and they got no cure for this sickness
i get payed
for the way that i kick this
like a G'sta

an OG'sta{a Whos Dat?}
a real playa named Eazy
and i live my life straight crazy
dont need no punk-fools payin me
and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me

i take two steps back and release myself
to put platinum and gold on my record shelf
i dont brag
but i tellem like it straight up iz
befo you do a record partna handle ya bizness
and dont get caught slippin on the under

or you might wonda
whats up on them ends G
i call a spade
a spade and get payed
G showed
the way
so i give love to em