Lyrical Breakdown of Eazy - Chapter 8 Verse 10 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eazy-E weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Eazy - Chapter 8 Verse 10" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
It's time to put some niggas in check
When you shoot a gun, hot shells eject
Catch 'em, they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask: "Why am I like this?"
'Cause you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it, how I know it, just hope the fuck I don't show it
Niggas out frontin', lotterin' and lootin'
Let's recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waitin' to spray, shotgun, Mack10 and an AK
They roll through to a line of niggas
It was nine just like the fuck they figured
Go around tha corner, come back real slow
Lights off, cars in neutral, rollin' at a snails pace and creepin'
Hopin' to catch all of them sleepin', a so called gang, drugs and sex (NWA)
Start bustin' a cap and all tha others jet, three of 'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence, with gun shot wounds
Three dead because Compton is scandalous
I'd like to tell you, brother, ashes to ashes and dust to dust (Amen)
Da, da, da
(You will now witness the sound of TV Ang-Ang-Angels)
(Now we're gonna pass around the hat)
(That's good enough)
No it ain't, you fucked up, you fucked up (it's cool)
No, it ain't