Lyrical Breakdown of eazy_e-eazy-chapter_8_verse_10_(_bullshit_)-ftd - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Aight go
This comes from the Eazy, 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 used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask, "Why, am I like this?" (preach to 'em, why you like this?)
'Cause you wanna hear 'bout shit like this (like what?)
So I tell it (how you tell it?)
How I know it (how you know it?)
Just hope the fuck I don't show it (don't show it)
Niggas out frontin', lotterin' and lootin'
Let's recreate a drive by shootin' (recreate!) (you ain't shoot shit!)
More brothers in a car blocks away (blocks away)
Waitin' to spray, shotgun, Mack 10 or AK
They roll through, to the line of niggas
It was nine just like the fuck they figured
Go around tha corner, come back real slow (real slow, how slow?)
Lights off (lights off) cars in neutral (neutral)
Rollin' at a snails pace and creepin'
Hopin' to catch all of 'em sleepin' (catch them muthafuckas)
A so called gang, drugs, and sex (N.W.A.)
Start bustin' a cap, and all the others jet (pray!)
Three of 'em fall, to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scene, due to gun shot wounds (ooh yeah)
Three dead (preach it boy)
Because Compton is scandalous
I'd like to tell you, brother, ashes to ashes, 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)
(And we wanna see light change)
No it ain't, you fucked up (get the fuck outta here)
You fucked up (it's cool)
No, it ain't