Analog...(Eazy-E)

F o u r t e e n

One Month Later...
Eric's POV

I was in the recording studio. Smoke was filled in the atmosphere. Ren, Cube, and Yella were sitting back in their chairs watching me rap. A blunt was in one hand, a glass of water in the other. Things were doing pretty good at the moment. When I started rapping I feel somewhat special. It felt really good knowing you learn new things everyday. There was a time I couldn't rap at all. Now, you can say I'm a pro...

  1,2,3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I don't sleep
Burry muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe  

I sipped on my ice cold water after rapping a few verses.

"E you good?" Cube asks me with concern written all over his face

"Yeah dude. I'm good." I say with a forced smile appearing on my face

To be honest, I wasn't good. I felt like utter shit. It's been a month and I feel like death is calling my name. I thought death was coming to get me that night I got injected.

*Start Of Flash Back*

"Dre!" I exclaim as I open the door to the recording studio

*End Of Flash Back*

"Eric!" Yella yells out my name getting my attention

I snap out my thoughts quickly saying, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He asks with concern himself

"Yeah dude. Let's finish this song." I say as I faked my little smile

"Uh...alright." Yella says awkwardly as stared down at me. Yella seemed very worried about me though.

Dre's POV

I was in Suge's personal recording studio. Suge, Pac, Krupt, Snoop, and I laid back on the couch. Smoking a few blunts talking about some devilish ideas..

"Dude...you should break in his house." Krupt giggles as he was talking about Eric

"Nah I'm cool. I haven't fucked with Eric in an month. I wanna keep it like that as well." I say as I denied to do it 

Krupt sighs saying, "Okay my nigga."

"Aye Suge when is our next tour?" Snoop asks Suge 

"We just got finished with one tour my nigga. But, pretty soon though. Why?"

"Well...I want to diss EAZY MUTHAPHUCKKIN E. I want to expose the fake piece of shit he is." Snoop says as he inhales the smoke through his nose

"Yes Snoop!" Pac exclaims as he adored the smoke filling in the atmosphere 

"Ya'll I know what we can do to play with Eric." Suge says as he laughs devilishly 

"What is it?" I ask as I widen my eyes 

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

"Hell no!" I hesitated 

"Dre come on now! All you gotta do is sneak into Eric's house. Do it for me sweetcakes? Please! Please! Please! I give you everything Dre." Suge said as he begged and begged me

"Uh...okay." I say as I nodded his head

Suge passes me a new blunt for me to smoke.

"Thanks dude." I say as a smile forms on my face

"No problem my nigga." Suge says as he sits back in his chair exhaling the smoke from his nose 

"Dre can I go with you to this nigga's house?" Pac asks scratching the back of his neck 

"Sure dude you can come!" I exclaim

"If Pac going I'm going too..." Krupt says as he claps his hands together

"I wanna go. I wanna break some shit up!" Snoop says rubbing his hands together 

"Guys! Guys! Guys! Enough about Eric for a few minutes, Dre you gotta get yo ass back in there and spit some more fire." Suge says as he also passes me a tall glass of lean 

"Alright Suge." I say as I suck in my teeth looking through my lyrics of each song I had to rap 

I gulp down my tall glass of lean.

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

I felt a little dizzy as I stepped up closer to the mic. Suge stared down at me with concern. But, I was alright. Only if I could act...

"Dude start already!" Snoop hurried me up as he banged on the window 

I close my eyes as if I was going to take a nap. Suge turns on the instrumental...

*Time Skip*

  Now what's that puff puff pass shit
That Cheech and Chong grass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking malasis
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask him bitches, bout "how I be smokin' out"
Party all night, yea its goin' down
Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff
Oh, yeah we smokin' all night
Yea puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,

I inhale the smoke through each line I rapped. It was so good imaging smoking a blunt with your bitch. 

Someone was knocking on the door...Suge stops the music to make sure it wasn't a false alarm. But, there were multiple knocks at the door. I go to the door to see who was knocking on the door like this...

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