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eazy-e - eazy 1, 2, 3 lyrics

[verse 1: eazy-e]
a typical street corner -ss n-gga
once a n-gga, always a n-gga, now a public figure
but i can still serve a mothaf-cka if i have to
cuz, i’m slanging them thangs, n-gga
i roll deep with the crew, oh, a posse (yeah)
n-ggas cuttin’ throat, murder she wrote for the eazy-e, fool
f-ck with the veteran, still a better man than the next man
then again (uh), i can still put a chrome 9 to your dome
po’ n-gga, po’ n-gga, no milkbone
yippie-ki-yay your -ss back the f-ck on home
stay the f-ck off the sherm and crack and “just say no”

[verse 2: phalos mode]
my definition of a b-tch n-gga, ah sh-t
get pistol whipped, need to sit down when he p-ss
cause i beat ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, like 1, 2, 3
the legend of gangster rap is eazy-e
still gangsta and ruthless, leaving mothaf-ckas toothless
i was high as the sky before i drew this
a n-gga gone, i guess i see you at the crossroads
a n-gga with an att-tude, my name phalos mode

[verse 3: loesta]
this where the street meet the radio
and give the love like it s’posed to
y’all don’t want a death in the studio
another scandal for media to handle (uh)
raised my ’64, we livin’ on the road
bang, los angeles slang
like a double barrel e pointed right at the game (haha)
big loesta, your sc smoke glower
none f-cking with legends, eazy, where the weapon?
cash is threatening, k!ll a cross-over
jumped in the game and b-tches slandered my name
violence, reporters, the streets out of order (order)
projects, corners, and gangsters with four-doors
i hit blocks off a double-shot (shot)
show my face on the block, i give a f-ck about a cop (cop)
male black att-tude, n-gga, f-ck you
stomping n-ggas from south central to compton

[verse 4: eazy-e]
now, what the f-ck is worse than 1 punk n-gga? (n-gga)
2 punk n-ggas, add ’em up and get the picture
one’s a f-cking f-g from the days and one’s a busta
i was born a pimp, a mack daddy, and a hustla
you can take the n-gga off the street
but you can’t take the streets out the n-gga
once a n-gga, still a n-gga
f-cking hoes and i do mean f-cking steadily
i f-cked your b-tch (uh), ’cause she was begging me
your b-tch ain’t nothin’ but a piece of c-ck to me
she dropped the drawers when she found out i was eazy
she l!cked the b-lls and sucked the d-ck, i came, heavenly
ooh, get me ready e, f-ck me steadily

[verse 5: phalos mode]
why these n-ggas sippin’ haterade? drinking on b-tch kool-aid
for the name of eazy, n-ggas get sprayed
i’m in my lowrider, and it’s candy-paint
stash spot for the glock, n-gga think i ain’t
i’m with a 5’5 gangsta with skrill
big paper drill, on the quest for mills
now everybody say they thuggin’
but when the gun blast, seeing n-ggas running
i leave no witnesses

[bridge: loesta]
punk n-ggas always tryna hate and they be always talking sh-t
but when they sober they all hesitate cause they don’t know who they f-cking with
long live real gangsta sh-t and tell your ho to get off my d-ck
’cause we gone finish up the legacy and keep the family so legit

[chorus: eazy-e]
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
we meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
wemeet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
we meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
wemeet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
we meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
i meet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3
wemeet ’em, treat ’em, f-ck ’em, eazy 1, 2, 3

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