No More ?'s - Eazy-E

Ruthless, my style as a juvenile

Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile

Bankin, I specialized in gankin

whites, Mexicans, brothers and others

Daily, it’s all about comin up Makin sure no punks are runnin up Strapped with a gat when I’m walkin through Compton

Terrible, I never listened to my mother

It went in one ear, and out the other

Ran my gang, sold undercover

Call a girl out a name, yo I ain’t no lover

I’m a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar

At thirteen I bought a six-fo'Impala

Rollin, and runnin from the police

Brother don’t you know you can’t trust a thief

or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal

Leave your car open, gank for your stereo

Hard and raw, no regard for the law

Hell no!

Just trippin off 8-ball

And girls ain’t nothin but female dogs to me Bitches!

I’m sorry for that verse

It’s in my nature, I gotta curse

out anybody gettin on my nerves

You get beat, ganked, broke and served

So… you know who I am and if you don’t like it, I really don’t give a damn

Sometimes

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Wait… for some people to leave

I got another trick up my sleeve

Step with pep to the back of the house

Look then… all the lights are out

Grabbed the door and it’s locked, so easily made my way to the window

Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing

Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin

Cause you know it’s no time for shakin

Get what you gonna get, front and center

or get five years for breakin and enter

Move quickly, but no runnin

Shht, I think somebody’s comin

Hear the front door key, and I flee

out the back door with a fist full of jewelry

Over the wall… don’t fall

Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call

Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson

So… is there any more questions?

[Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is…

Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?]

You mean a 211?

Verse Three: Eazy-E

There’s a store, but don’t point

Walk inside, case the joint

One man behind the counter, another in the back

Go out to the car and load the gat

Grabbed the ski mask, here’s the task

Go in broke, come out with cash

Yeah, you gotta be cunnin

Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin

Walked in, said: This is a robbery

Didn’t need the money, it’s just a hobby

Fill the bag, homeboy, don’t lag

I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags

The man in the back had a camera

so he came out to test his stamina

against Eazy E, but he took one

Fell to the floor, so I ran

back to the bucket, then I said: Punch it Took the gun, and then dumped it

I’m not like Robin Hood, cause I want more

Steal from the rich, hang with the poor

My pockets are fat, you see, it don’t matter to me

I feel like nobody is badder than me I don’t lie

You see… I’m not mister nice guy

Not exactly

Outro: Eazy-E

Bad and bold, you can’t get with this

Those that tried, you’re on my hit list

Can’t be caught, sought or fought

thought, and damn so what?

Down and dirty from the C-P-T

One more, before we end this session

No more questions!