Eazy‐E Real Muthaphuckkin G’s Lyrics

It’s On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Exxtra Special Thankz
  • 2 Real Muthaphuckkin G’s
  • 3 Any Last Werdz
  • 4 Still a Nigga
  • 5 Gimmie That Nutt
  • 6 It’s On
  • 7 Boyz n tha Hood (G‐mix)
  • 8 Down 2 tha Last Roach

  • [Intro]
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    Real muthaphuckkin G's...
    Real muthaphuckkin G's...
    Real Muthaphuckkin G's...

    [Verse One]
    Hey Yo docta, here's another propa track
    and it's phat, watch the snipa, time to break the pipa
    and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be '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 paying me
    Muthafuck Dre
    Muthafuck Snoop
    Muthafuck 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 muthafucking G's in,
    you're like a kid, you found a puppy, now you're dappa,
    but tell me where the fuck you found a anorexic rapper
    talking about who you gon' squabble wit 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 meant Eazy's pay day
    all of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,
    but on his old album covers he was a she thing
    so nigga please, nigga please don't step to these muthafuckin' real G's

    [Stop him in his tracks show him that I am ruthless]
    Yo Dre. "what's up? [bang]

    Every day its a new rapper, claiming to be dapper then 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 knifes
    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 fucking work,
    see you never had no business,so save the drama jerk,
    niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,
    this is going out to you 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 come from projects
    knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
    think you start tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
    wearing khaki's and mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,
    but you frontin' at the same time,
    and your set don't accept 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

    [Verse Three]
    Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta
    approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
    shank ya, with my fucking shank, if I hafta
    Dr. Dre an' Snoop Doggy Dogg are fucking actors
    pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
    but this time you're dealing with some real motherfuckers
    G's, nigga please, don't try to step
    'cause if you do, then a peeled 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 wanna be's
    you ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's

    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang]


    I never met a 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 that yall 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 can switch so quick from wearing lipstick
    to smoking on Chronic at picnics, and now you think you're bigger
    but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass nigga
    that ain't worth a food stamp,
    and at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp
    gotta follow your sergeant's directions, or get your ass
    punked with the Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
    Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfucking G's

    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless
    Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now
    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless
    Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now

    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I'm ruthless
    Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang]
    Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it
    Thanks to castrol000 for submitting Real Muthaphuckkin G's Lyrics.

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