Analog...(Eazy-E)

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Happy Birthday Eric!


Now To The Story...


Eric's POV
Early Saturday Morning...

Today is the day we've all been waiting for. I was absolutely ready for this day. I couldn't even go to sleep the night before. This rap session is going to be hurting some feelings. Mothers. fathers, sisters, brothers, uncles, nieces, nephews, aunties, etc. All of them were going to stand and see Dre and I rap face to face. I was nervous because...I just was nervous. 

I was in my living room already prepared. I had to think of my lyrics right on track. I didn't want to slip saying something odd.

"Eric!" Cube exclaimed as he knocked on the door

"I'm coming." I say as I get up from the couch 

I open the door with a forced smile on my face. Ren, Cube, and Yella was gathered around Cube.

"You ready?" Cube asks me with a smirk appearing on his lips

"Hell yeah bro." I say as I walk out the door locking it 

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

All of us arrived in the middle of the road, where no was was driving. Dre, Snoop, Krupt, Pac, and Suge was standing across from us. There was people gathered all around us cheering us on. Also, there were people dumb enough to cheer on Death Row.

"Eazy you can do it!" A fangirl exclaims cheering me on

"Thanks babygirl." I say with a smile appearing on my face 

"Mhm. I'm ready to get this shit on." Dre says as he makes the crowd go wild 

"Me too dude." I say as I step up closer to Dre

We were face to face. Dre stood there like a statue. I was dying from cringe just by the way he looked at me. I tried to hold back my laughs, giggles, etc. It wasn't going to do any good. So, I laughed in his face. The crowd started laughing with me as well. A frown appears on Suge face as if he didn't know what was going on.

"I'll start it first." Dre says with a smile on his face 

I put my hands on my hips waiting for this imaginary fire to spark.

 Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin

(Sssss)  

Everyone in the crowd makes a beat with Dre...

  Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

Snoop steps up with Dre so he could do his verse.

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch