Well I'm Eazy-E, I got [bad word] galore 
You may have a lot of [bad word] but I got much more 
Wit my super duper [bad word] 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 [bad word]  you think I own a [bad word] 
Getting stupid because I know how 
And if a sucker talks [bad word]  I give him a (POW) 
8 ball sipping, the [bad word] are flipping 
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping 
Hitting my switches, collect from my [bad word] 
The money that I make so I can add to my riches 
Fill my stash box and [bad word] my gat 
Feeling good as [bad word] because my pockets are fat 
hardcore villian cold roaming the streets 
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats 
 [bad word]  
Because I'm a gansta having fun 
Never leave the pad without packing a gun 
Hitting hard as [bad word]  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-
Kick, kick that [bad word] 
Where you from [bad word]  yea 

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing [bad word] 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 
dice game started so I said what the [bad word] 
So I put my [bad word] in park and had to try my luck 
Hard to roll wit my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] (ha ha) 
 [bad word] 

(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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] on the street and straight took his [bad word] out 
Now I wanted for a murder that I had [bad word] 
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't [bad word] 
Got to the station about a quarter of nine 
Call my [bad word] to get me out 'cause I was down for mine 
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] wit my uzi machine 
Went to the house and kicked down the do' 
Unloaded like [bad word]  cold smoked the ho 
 [bad word] 

From around the way, born in '73 
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-
It's '88 now, '73's obselete 
[bad word] wit a serious [bad word] 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