Happy Birthday Eric!


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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

"Woo!" The whole crowed said in shock

Everyone looked at me with their eyes wide. I smirked knowing how to tell the truth to these motherfuckers. I step up to Dre putting my middle finger up.

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

The crow started making a beat for me. Some of them were hoping I could spit REAL fire to Dre. I took a few deep breaths...

  Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and I hope that your fans understand
when you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin' is paying me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfucking G's in, you like a kid
you found a pup and now your dapper,
but tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
talking 'bout who you go squabble with and who you shoot
you're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearing boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,
but on his old album cover he was a she thing
so nigga please, nigga please don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's

"Woo! Woo! Woo!" The crowd all said

  Now every day it's a new rapper, claiming to be dapper then the Dresta,
smoother then a bitch but portray the role of gangster,
ain't broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap
you rap about the guns and knives, just take a good look
at the Nigga, and you'll capture the fact,
that the bastard is simply just an actor,
who mastered the bang and the slang and the Mental,
of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central
never ever once have you ran with the turf,
yet in every verse you claim you used to do the dirt,
but tell me who's a witness to your fucking work,
so you never had no business,
so save the drama jerk,
niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,
this is going out to your studio gangsters,
see I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that,
so since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that,
but niggas like you
I gotta hate you, 'cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Niggas
talking about they coming from projects
knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think you trying bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearing khakis and you mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,
but you're flooding at the same time,
and you set don't accept you, so you scared to kick it with your homies
'cause you know they don't respect you,
So nigga please check nuts before you step to these, motherfucking real G's  

"Aye E let me spit some fire!" Cube exclaims as he comes beside me making a mean look at Dre

"Alright my nigga." I smile as I dap him

"Woo!" The crowd said as they watched up battling 

Cube smiled when everyone got louder when he got on the spot.

  I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
you tried to diss the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on you
and your Doggy Dogg, think your all honk and shit
both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy dick
beating a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some Niggas
think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip
how a nigga could switch so quick from wearing lipstick
to smoking on Chronic at picnics, and now you think your bigger
but to me you ain't nothing but a bitch ass Nigga
who ain't worth a food stamp, but at
Death Row, I hear your getting treated like Boot camp
gotta follow your sergeant's directions, or get your ass
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfucking G's

"Holy shit!" A fan yells

The crowd was fanning themselves after hearing the fire. 

A guy comes between Death Row and N.W.A. He was like a referee.

"I think I know who won." The referee says as he nods his head

"Who?" Suge asks with a smile on his face 

"EAZY MUTHAPUCKKIN' E!" The referee exclaims hugging me tightly 

"Thanks man." I smile 

"You spit a lot of fire man." The referee whispered in my ear 

"Oh hell no!" Snoop says as he runs up to me trying to hit me

Cube hits Snoop instead.

"Dude no!" I said as I laughed at Snoop getting punched over and over 

"Ya'll stop before the police come." Yella sighs 

Cube gets himself off Snoop saying, "Don't have Eric's name in your mouth again!"

Snoop sucks in his teeth rubbing on his neck. Dre's face was full of disappointment. I was actually happy to see him like that. He deserved it. Jealous prick...

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