No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride
Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//
After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn
These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case
The devil will take him to his place he is not worthy of any other place
And i'm only just rehearsin' to what i'll do to your sisters and your girlfriends
Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends
It would murder the electronics
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
/ the only thing i murder beats,
Now i'm living out my dreams
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