No More ?'s (feat. Ice Cube) - Eazy-E

Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight Bozos I saw it comin' that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Livin' with the whites, one big house And not another nigga in site I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough White man just rulin' The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Dre, stick to producin' Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me Tryna sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy With no Vaseline The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're gettin' fucked real quick And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller Givin' up the dollar bills Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte But I got a whip for ya Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide-and-conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren, 'cause I remember when you drove a be B210 Broke as a mothafuckin' joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they rippin' your asshole apart By takin' your green, oh yeah The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys You little maggot, Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hangin' from a tree With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout? Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew tellin' you what to do Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline Motherfuckin' nosejob having ass Motherfuckin' Jheri curl lite Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

Inside the minds of real g's Death row is looked upon as the studio gangsters of the 90's A joke hahahaha in a game called 5 minutes of fame you wasted 4 minutes now you got seconds left kick it Come one come all and let me ride nigga Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure To be the best on the west hu you? Fool locked down this is east side nigga South comton and I put it on the map So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap And that coming straight from the ruthless gangster Eazy-e Now what would I do ha ha let's see Now I would take on sugars locked down the row Since Dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe Now I'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle Aa god dame now diggidi daze I biggidi blast On right one and smoke that ass Now corrupt don't even set trip Yelling long beach 60 blood and puppy pound Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin Well I'm all in your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck and I'll beat that ass now call me corrupt Now I'm creeping through the fog you Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa Hunting a dogg named snoop You can run nigga but you can't hide Eazy-e straight creeping on the east side 7 Ten-long beach south caught snoop free basin In a rock house I kicks in the door I said it before I never let no busta test me no more Bang murder was the case that they gave me Murder was the case that they gave me I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy Watch your back Yeah what would you do? What would you do if we rolled on you? (So don't even think about stepping in the god damn house) What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do dirty red? I comes on the snake hitting niggas low With the cavey ass flow as I creep through the street Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know Which one make the best hoe so Let me break it down as I'm lost in the mist And take word of advice and don't come fucking with this Ain't a joke niggas choke from the smoke that I blaze Purple haze you be dazed in a stun I'll put you on your back nigga what I am the guess in a doggy dogg world Never run with muss only nuts in their click And dick in your mouth The year is 95 and I'm running the house Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do? Nigga what could you do if me and a few of my homies came through? Dumping real on you trick made bitch-made niggas What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you? You so don't even think about stepping in the god damn house Dr. Dre straight busta never broke a law in his life Besides beating up Ricky Harris's wife Ha ha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sporting braids Now he's laid fame no fortune and getting played not payed Played Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doing the pimping that's don't Be a follower be a leader and stay off the next man's nuts Corrupt the king ping stick with the 60's Cause you don't need those other hoes 'cause they're About to go up in you but only you let um Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Death row really doe Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh.