text: As soon as I leave the house you wanna 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 wanna 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 tryin ta 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 fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
  Run 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 pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
  From East Side South Compton
  Str8 givin up the real
  On how a nigga feel talk that shit
  Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
  Layin low in the cut
  Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggas knows whats up
  Im that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin
  Nigga G to a T saggin and bailin
  Live by the gun you know what Im sayin Ren
  Yea
  So I guess Ill die by that muthaphukka 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 Tha Muthaphukkin Real