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ole school shit - og - eazy-e lyrics

[intro: eazy*e]
hey yella
kick that sh*t
19*9*m*th*ph*kkin*e
the m*th*ph*kkin year of the real m*th*ph*ckkin g’s
and we gonna do this sh*t like this:

[verse 1: dresta]
n*gga evidently, ya just don’t know who ya f*cking with
so i suggest get in ya sh*t and keep truckin’, b*tch
before i get my gat ya pressure case
blast, blast, i leave my gang rag layin’ on ya face
i tattoo dre name on my chest
cross it out just another n*gga that i x*ed, huh
and you won’t see r.i.p., you’ll see p.n.d
a punk n*gga deceased, yeah
and the b*tch that was yours will be mine, buddy
all because ya woofed on a n*gga that was nutty
and i had to make an example
n*gga thinks i’m crazy now but that was just a sample
of a n*gga with street wise reality
that don’t give a f*ck type compton mentality
i stare back death right in the face
contemplate my last day on and everyday base
cause a n*gga never know when he go
i hope it only takes one shot
cause i don’t wanna die slow
my funeral will be full of my peers
people that never gave a f*ck about me droppin’ phony tears
i hope i’m in the casket face down
so all you motherf*ckers can kiss my black ass now
and f*ck all that cryin’ all night
just be happy that i’m rid of this f*cked up life, yeah
and now you see you can’t handle me
i give a shout to tonel and the ruthless f*ckin’ family
[interlude: eazy*e]
yeah, out with the old, in with the motherf*ckin’ new
but check this sh*t out
i got somebody for ya, b*tch
motherf*cker
(kick that sh*t!)

[verse 2: b.g. knocc out]
the r*u*t*h*l*e double s, yo, it’s the n*gga knocc out
claim the blocc so n*gga whats next
try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mack truck
i’m kickin’, tah spittin’ this funky sh*t to make a quick fat buck
i’m d*gg*n’ a dog you suckers can’t talk about tip flip i rip sh*t
i’m stressin’—
“d*mn cuz”, “pick it back up”
chillin’ up in the studio
with the ruthless family
f*ck the death row posse
yo, them fools can not handle me
snoop and andre ya come and try to fade the
loc’ed out, compton, original baby gangsta
1*8*7’s how we do it on the west
ya say ya sh*t is chronic, but to me, it’s more like stress
or should i say make my sh*t the stronic
tha dogg pound don’t wanna step to the atomic dog
d*o*t*k*n*o*double*c*o*u*t so motherf*cker come and f*ck with me
[bridge]
(come on, come on)
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf*ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf*ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf*ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf*ckin’ family—
(kick that sh*t!)

[verse 3: eazy*e]
jealousy is a motherf*cker when you’re the man
with the upper hand, i don’t give a sh*t
clock a grip like no other can
wanna be like me, be a g like me
but i’m the n*gga that made a g
outta the b*tch d*r*e, see
i was the captain
dre was my sidekick
everything was cool
til he wanted to get what i get
any other real g, eazy*m*th*ph*kkin*e
now claimin’ you a g
how does it feel to be me

- eazy e lyrics

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