Eazy-Duz-It (Edited)-Eazy-E

Eazy-Duz-It (Edited) - Eazy-E Well I'm Eazy-E, I got b**ches galore You may have a lot of b**ches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks sh*t, I give him a 8 ball sipping, the b**ches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my b**ches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that sh*t Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing sh*t up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my sh*t in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my b**ch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my b**ch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his a** (ha ha) (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing stop Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the ni**a on the street and straight took his a** out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't sh*t Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my b**ch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The b**ch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the b**ch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my b**ch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A ni**a wit a serious a** attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka