Eazy kills this track. The world misses you gangster. It's been nearly 30 years since I first heard eazy and his voice and lyrics still stand the test of time.
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Tsynsin so in my opinion he just not on true gangster Eazy E LEVEL BUT THEY WOULD NEVER EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO BE RAP STARS IF NOT for the true money maker and pump daddy Too Short he made RAP main stream popularity in the early 80sand is the Shit. So if you look at it they just Too Shorts bitchs lol but like I say before Eazy E. True gangsta were tupac just got to experience the life styal and want to be as hard as the music portrayed him as cuz who would not like the life styal party none stop talk snug dropen mills on party's and tupac follow snug like a jelly old lady cuz he wanted to be snug but he did have some good songs
[Verse 1: Eazy-E] Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip On a funky-dope track, jump back Strapped with a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 'lac Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with OG playas, don't set trip Or you might get what we call a rat pack I don't slack when it come to street I kick real G-funk to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt and a fly-big Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no foe That's how it is, and that's how it goes Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to them players that I know is real G's [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up! Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggas still ballin' [Hook: 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it, so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it, so show us some love [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page Shot to death, bullets to the head Niggas holler out my name and it's similar to rape Mothafuckas know I'm comin' So they runnin' to they graves Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound (Eazy) don't give a fuck Where you coward niggas now? Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin' Busters thought we was frontin' So reload and keep dumpin' [Verse 4: Eazy-E] Dump on fools with a quickness And they got no cure for the sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a G-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?) A real player named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk fools payin' me And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on the record shelf I don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is Before you do a record, partner, handle your business And don't get caught slippin' on the under Or you might wonder, (What's up with them ends, G?) I call a spade a spade and get paid G's show the way, so I give love to 'em [Verse 5: Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs Hit one switch, man, that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin' on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin' with the best Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse 6: 50 Cent] Fifty, uh, Bentley, uh Em came and got a nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun, fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up your punk-ass, stunt and you done Homie, it's Game time [Verse 7: The Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this mothafucker crunk It took two months, but Fifty got it done Signed with G-Unit, had niggas like "huh?" Don't try to front, I'll leave your ass slumped Thinkin' I'm a punk Get your fucking head lumped, Fifty got a gun [Verse 8: 50 Cent] Ready? Here he come Got a sick vendetta, to get this cheddar Meet my Beretta, the drama setter Sip Amaretta, my flow sounds better Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
