"N.W.A. and the Posse" is about to be ruthless. We got some fire ass rhymes and talented ass people to spit them. Cube and Dre are fucking geniuses. I signed another group called H.B.O. They were in the studio with us today ready to record their first song. The song is called "Boyz-n-the-Hood" and it was written by Cube for H.B.O. The lyrics were raw as hell and I couldn't wait to hear it. They weren't feeling it though.

"Yo what the fuck is a six fo?" one of the members asked. 

Dre sighed and said "a sixty four Impala, its a car." 

"Man these lyrics are shitty as hell. The fuck I look like rapping about bitch ass Compton?"

Dre took offense to that and took his headphones off.

           "Yo you got a problem with Compton? Cuz we might have a problem in this bitch. No? Aight, now just do the damn lyrics cause y'all are really testing my patience."

They took their headphones off and walked out of the studio booth.

           "I aint feeling these tired ass jheri curl rap lyrics. We out. Give that wack ass shit to someone else."

While they headed out the door, Cube yelled "yeah keep talking that shit out the door mark ass niggas. Wearing a kangol wont make you LL Cool J."

"Well there goes our talent Dre," I said while throwing my hands up. 

"Man shut the fuck up E," he replied.

I laughed and asked "but for real, who's going to take over these lyrics?"

Dre and Cube both looked at each other. Cube then said, "why dont you try this shit E? I mean you aint losing nothing, it's your company. You paying for it."

          "Nope cause I'm not a rapper, there's your rapper," I said while pointing at him.

"E just try it out man. This shit has yo name written all over it. It's all about the E, Eazy Muthaphukkin E. You the only muthafucka with a 64 Impala," said Dre.

        "Nah man, that just aint for me. You're gonna have to get somebody else."

          "So you just gone sit there?" Dre asked.

"You're kind of being a hoe right now Eric," Cube said.

So just to shut them up, I agreed to do it.

"Fuck yall," I said while getting up and heading to the sound booth.

I put on my headphones and was ready for Dre to give me the greenlight.

            "Alright E let's try this line, you're cruising down the street in your six fo."

           "Crusing down tha street in ma six fo!"

          "Shit!" yelled Cube. Dre laughed his ass off.

        "What the fuck is so funny?" I asked.

          "Nothing man. Aye let's try it again. Alright? You're cruising."

"Cruising down tha street in my six fo," I rapped off beat again.

"Nope that aint it," said Cube.

          "Aye, if yall want me to do this Cube gotta go."

            "What?" asked Cube.

            "Yeah nigga bye," I said.

           "Write the song Cube, shut the fuck up Cube," Cube said as he walked out.

            "Yeah and take these with you Cube," I replied while holding up my middle fingers. 

After Cube walked out, Dre put his headphones back on.

             "Alright man let's run this again. I mean you're dope. Your voice is dope. Just do it on beat."

The beat started again. I waited for the perfect timing.

            "Dre, you know this shit aint gone never work!"

Dre chuckled and said, "okay you trying to be funny. But let's be serious here. You see how you're saying that shit? Like you believe it?"

             "Yeah I believe this shit."

             "Okay well say this shit like you believe it. Just pretend that you're cruising through Crenshaw in a muthafuckin 64 Impala, let's go. Repeat after me, Cruising!"

             "Cruising!" I repeated.

The beat started and I waited for the right moment again. I put on my dark Locs and rapped "cruising down the street in my six fo."

But this time it was with passion. I didn't even think about it, it just happened.

"Now that's what I'm talking bout E! That shit was dope man! Now we just got 59 more lines to throw in."