why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.

(Eazy-E)

Vesre 1:

My name is Eazy yeah this is true

keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do

hardcore yo I could never be soft

askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off

fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme

suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time

quiet on the set because I'm about to begin

and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again

my name is Eazy or just call me E

but It doesn't really matter to me

cause I'm the same person

whether serious or rehearsin'

I just gotta keep cursin'

this is for the radio so I better chill

they won't play it if I co get ill

but I'm like that and thats an actually fact

because the street is where my heart is at

yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope

but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope

if the rhyme I'm dispayin'

and the beat thats playin'

yo you could try all day

and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.

cause Eazy's doin it Compton style

thats the city and you say you could get some

yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.

(Chorus)

Wooooooo!

Wooooooo!

(Eazy-E)

Verse 2:

Now it's easy for me to get my point across

so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost

I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta

and I'm about to get stupid

I guess its time for the trama

with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama

so pay attention by the way I must mention

I'm comin' off hard in the third demention

with the glare

but you don't need no glasses to stare

it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there

with the E on the gangsta tip

so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip

cause I'm a destroyer

my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer

dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label

to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's

boy, master rhymers of toys

I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy

you must be sick or ya lonely

how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me

(MC Ren: What up)

get the gat show 'em where it's at

and that's just the sound

and next time I'm peelin ya cap

to let ya know where I'm comin' from

Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn.

(Chorus)

Wooooooo!

Wooooooo!

(Eazy-E)

Verse 3:

Radio jams are the part of the cycle

eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title

rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know

(M.C. Ren: but would if she's lucky)

Eazy come Eazy go

don't ask to battle me home boy what's that

you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped

cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'

(gun shots)

now that's what I'm sayin'

Sevy thought that I was born in '73

now everybody want's to know the A-G-E

girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed

had everybody thinkin' I was only 15

the fellaz would annoy me

the ladyz would adore me

and what was I to do

I wishin' nothin' lady's do

cause the ladyz I luv 'em

nice and then soft

I hate male groupies so just step the hell off

I'm the real Eazy cause others be fakin'

tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'

sayin' on your records you could get some

yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.

(Chorus)

Wooooooo!

Wooooooo!

Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich

Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch

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 ass (ha ha)

(Chorus)

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)

Mutha fucking 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 mutha fuka

He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton 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 nigga on the street and straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit

Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit

Got to the station about a quarter of nine

Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch 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 bitch

Well by now you should know it was just my luck

The bailiff 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 creped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine

Went to the house and kicked down the do'

Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

(Chorus)

From around the way, born in '73

Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E

It's '88 now, '73's obsolete

A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street

And if you all wanna hear some more

In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother