Muusika/Eazy-E/Real Muthaphuckkin Gs/lyrics

[Intro] Comp-ton, Comp-ton, Comp-ton Real muthaphuckkin G's

[Verse 1: Eazy-E (Dresta)] 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 So you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked and I hope That your fans understand when you talk about playin' me The same records that you makin' is payin' 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 motherfuckin' G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots (Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day) But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang But on his old album cover he was a she-thang So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez Motherfuckin' real G's

[Cuts] (x2) Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre, what's up Boy you should have known by now

[Verse 2: Dresta] Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife 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 But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin' work So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk Niggas straight kill me, knowing that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangstas 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 ya Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas Talking about they come from projects Knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G Think you started trying to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearing khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag, tried to sag, but you're flooding at the same time And your set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies cause you know they don't respect ya So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to these Motherfuckin real G's

[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'mma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I have to Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left See young niggas like me will break you off something Claiming my city but, Dre, you ain't from Compton Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabes And ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin G's

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[Verse 4: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G. who never did shit wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' shit Both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy dick Beating up 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 wearin' lipstick, to smoking on chronic at picnics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothing but a bitch-ass nigga That ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you're getting treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the Eaze Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin G's

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[Outro] Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It