| Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
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| Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
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| Bankin, I specialized in gankin
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| whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
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| Daily, it’s all about comin up Makin sure no punks are runnin up Strapped with a gat when I’m walkin through Compton
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| Terrible, I never listened to my mother
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| It went in one ear, and out the other
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| Ran my gang, sold undercover
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| Call a girl out a name, yo I ain’t no lover
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| I’m a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
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| At thirteen I bought a six-fo'Impala
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| Rollin, and runnin from the police
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| Brother don’t you know you can’t trust a thief
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| or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal
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| Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
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| Hard and raw, no regard for the law
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| Hell no! |
| Just trippin off 8-ball
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| And girls ain’t nothin but female dogs to me Bitches! |
| I’m sorry for that verse
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| It’s in my nature, I gotta curse
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| out anybody gettin on my nerves
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| You get beat, ganked, broke and served
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| So… you know who I am and if you don’t like it, I really don’t give a damn
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| Sometimes
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| Verse Two: Eazy-E
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| Wait… for some people to leave
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| I got another trick up my sleeve
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| Step with pep to the back of the house
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| Look then… all the lights are out
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| Grabbed the door and it’s locked, so easily made my way to the window
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| Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing
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| Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin
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| Cause you know it’s no time for shakin
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| Get what you gonna get, front and center
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| or get five years for breakin and enter
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| Move quickly, but no runnin
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| Shht, I think somebody’s comin
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| Hear the front door key, and I flee
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| out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
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| Over the wall… don’t fall
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| Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
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| Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson
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| So… is there any more questions?
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| [Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is…
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| Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?]
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| You mean a 211?
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| Verse Three: Eazy-E
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| There’s a store, but don’t point
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| Walk inside, case the joint
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| One man behind the counter, another in the back
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| Go out to the car and load the gat
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| Grabbed the ski mask, here’s the task
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| Go in broke, come out with cash
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| Yeah, you gotta be cunnin
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| Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin
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| Walked in, said: This is a robbery
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| Didn’t need the money, it’s just a hobby
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| Fill the bag, homeboy, don’t lag
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| I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags
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| The man in the back had a camera
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| so he came out to test his stamina
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| against Eazy E, but he took one
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| Fell to the floor, so I ran
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| back to the bucket, then I said: Punch it Took the gun, and then dumped it
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| I’m not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
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| Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
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| My pockets are fat, you see, it don’t matter to me
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| I feel like nobody is badder than me I don’t lie
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| You see… I’m not mister nice guy
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| Not exactly
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| Outro: Eazy-E
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| Bad and bold, you can’t get with this
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| Those that tried, you’re on my hit list
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| Can’t be caught, sought or fought
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| thought, and damn so what?
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| Down and dirty from the C-P-T
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| One more, before we end this session
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| No more questions! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More ?'s, artist - Eazy-E. Album song Gangsta Memorial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп