text: As soon as I leave the house you want to page me
  See you got me trapped Im going crazy this is slavery
  You act like its outrageous give me space it wont get better
  And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
  Soon as I come home its like I get the third degree
  Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me want to leave
  Im sick of these tricks up your sleeve
  Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me
  If you really trust me then its pitiful
  Question me about my whereabouts thats so trivial
  Let me live my life and you can live yours
  Just be there to help me and support thats what your here for
  Not to give me stress and add to pressure
  Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
  Im sorry if I left you all alone
  But I couldnt make it home so we argue on the phone
  Dont you trust me?
  I grew up a fuckin screw-up
  Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
  Choppin rocks overnight. The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
  We had to grow dreads to change our description
  Two cops is on the milk box missin
  Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
  A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
  Runnin from the police, picture that
  Nigga, Im too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
  Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
  Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
  Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
  Now everythings good in my hood, and its on and poppin
  Eazy-muthaphukkin-E from east side south Compton
  Straight givin up the real
  On how a nigga feel talk that shit, mothafuckers caps get peeled
  Layin low in the cut
  Gettin high than a motherfucker - Niggas know whats up
  Im that gangsta-gangsta, is that what theyre still yellin?
  Nigga G to a T saggin and bailin
  Live by the gun, you know what Im sayin, Ren? 
  So I guess Ill die by that motherfucker then
  So when I die, niggas bury me
  Make sure my shit reads Eazy-muthaphukkin-E
  And its a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read
  He put Compton on that map
  And thats how a nigga feel
  When Im givin up the motherfuckin real