Eazy-E Real Muthaphukkin G's Lyrics

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(Intro: Echo voice)
Comp-ton.. (3X)

Real mutha phukkin G's.. (3X)

(Verse 1: Eazy-E)
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 youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked,
and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playing me.
The same records that you making 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 Muthaphukkin' G's in. You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper. But tell me where the fuck ya found an anorexic rapper?
Talking about who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot.
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots.
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dré Day)
But Dré Day only ment Eazy's pay day.
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G Thang, but on his old album cover he was a she thang. So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to these motherfucking real G's!

Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
Boy you should have known by now!
Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
Boy you should have known by now!

(Verse 2: Dresta)
Everyday it's a new rapper, claiming 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 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 ya
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 started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin 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)
Welll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and 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 pealed cap is all that would be left
See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somethin'
Claiming my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabese
and ain't shit compared to real muthaphukkin city G's

Yo Dré?
- What's up? (Pistol shot)

(Verse 4: Eazy-E)
I never met an 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 hogging shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
some nigga's 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 pic-nics
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 a Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphukkin' G's!

(Repeat 5 times)
Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
Boy you should have known by now!

Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it!
Thanks to James for submitting Real Muthaphukkin G's Lyrics.

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