STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 17: Eazy-Duz-It

"Do I have to to go over the lyrics again?" I asked Eric.

"Naw I got this," he said.

"Okay let's do this then."

At this very moment all of us were in the studio working on Eazy's album "Eazy-Duz-It." I just finished these lyrics to a song called Nobody Move. My voice was going to be featured on it as well. No we haven't finished Straight Outta Compton yet but we're so close.

"Dre we're ready," I said putting the headphones on. Dre started the track and we were ready to rap.

[Eazy] Yo T you ready to go get this move?

[Me] Believe that boy

[Eazy] You strapped?

[Me]Yeah you know it.

[Eazy] Let's go do this shit man I got it all planned out.

[Me] Yeah shoot any mother fucker that moves.

(Alright everybody...) This is a stick up, everybody get faced down! T gag they mouth so they can't make a sound. Tie em up for the fact that I'm kicking ass I got my hand on my gat and I'm tempted to blast. My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out, this ain't personal but now I'm about to commit a crime and go through it. You know what no need for shaking because I'm used to it. Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand yeah he's wearing a badge but he's an old ass man. Pump his head in the ass and take his gun so me and the punk can go one on one. Cover the lens on the TV screen you know so me and the gang just can't be seen. Lock the doors and throw away the key close the blinds so no motherfuckers can  see and smile you know cause I'm controllin the shit and no sucker ass niggas gonna stop the hit. Wardrobes and loads, and a ruthless shirt that means I'm ready to work. And bum rush a fool to the dirt so...

[Hook] Nobody move, nobody gets hurt (4x)

[Me] Alright anybody move I'll blow yo fuckin head off!"

"Yo E you gettin a phone call man," Yella said stopping the track.

Eric walked out and picked up the phone, the rest of us left the studio.

Eazy

"Who this?" I asked.

"Since when can't you pick up the phone and dial my number?" Tracy asked.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want to know when you coming to see me. It's been days Eric, I need you."

"Okay and? I'm working."

"Okay and? I'm your girlfriend. I miss and I want you. You haven't said shit to me in days."

"So? I'm too busy to be dealing wit yo ass. I'm tryin to make a living."

"Ugh! You will make up any excuse just to try to hurt my feelings!"

"Quit screaming in my ear. And I don't give a fuck about yo feelings bitch!"

"But Eric I love you baby. Come home to me."

"I ain't got time for this bull shit right now. I was in the middle of a song when you called."

"I don't give a fuck. You not even good enough to be a rapper. You put me to sleep."

"Yeah? So does your head game."

"Fuck you Eric Wright!"

"Yeah yeah." I hung up on her, I swear that crazy bitch gets on my nerves. I covered my face with my hands and groaned out loud. I turned around in my chair then saw T standing by the couch staring at me.