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EAZY E : just tah let u know lyrics

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EAZY E lyrics : "just tah let u know"


(keeps on repeating)

Verse One:

It's that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T
("What's my motherf**kin name?" - Snoop) Eazy-E

Comin thru with a big lick for '94
Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows
So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town

and them guts is the only thing a ^!$$% pound
Laid back as I blow a fat sack
Hittin switches for them (*##$es, hittin corners in a Cadillac

So take a ride on tha ruthless side
with the E to the A-Z-Y
That ^!$$% makin more off yo hits than you do

you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through
Tryin to speak up on tha OG, ^!$$% you don't know me
Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be

Cause I peel caps if need be
And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me
Just tah let U know...

Chorus: repeat 2X

One more time for the rhyme again
Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Just tah let U know

Just tah let U know

Verse Two:

It's the E comin up from the gank
so ^!$$% let me ride all the way to the bank

Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips
Gotta have a grip, run a ^!$$% dip
Back to the pass on the Compton streetz

Where the ^!$$%z get beat when us gangstas meet
And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like I ride
Front n back, dippin side to side

And it's been like that since I was a BG
"It's the E," that's what they scream when they see me
Mama said every day is like this

Fools screamin that I put em in a twist
Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good
If the homies only knew in the hood

That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe
It's just a lil something from the E tah let U know...


Verse Three:

It's still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less
On a quest to put that bomb in my chest

Coz them busta-ass ^!$$%z can't see what I'm sayin
They think the E be playin
But I ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth

So recognize that and get yo punk $$# knocked out
So if you wanna ride ^!$$% jump on in
Sip a cup o' gin. Ain't no friends when it come to ends

So no hard feelings when you ^!$$%z be dealin
with the original Compton criminal
Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps

and ain't no fun when a ^!$$% be tap perhaps
but a ^!$$% like the E ain't trippin though
I'm just here tah let U ^!$$%z know...

You have your own freedom of choice
So you do what the f**k you feel like doin

Take it from me, that streetwise motherf**ker named Eazy E

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