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Alright So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster? 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 (Because I'm a gangster havin' fun) 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 13, 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 (Eazy-E, were you ever caught slipping?) Hell nah! 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 go