Real Mothaphuckkin G's
Compton, Compton, ComptonReal muthaphuckkin G's
[Eazy-E]Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper trackAnd it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piperAnd let that real shit provokeSo you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hopeThat your fans understand when you talk about playin' meThe same records that you makin' is payin' meMotherfuck Dre, motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death RowYo, and here comes my left blow'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the seasonTo let the real mothaphuckkin G's inYou're like a kid, you found a pup and now you're dapperBut tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapperTalkin' about who you gon' squabble with and who you shootYou're only 60 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 pay dayAll of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang"But on his old album cover he was a she thangSo nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deezMothaphuckkin real G's!
(hook)"Yo Dre, what's up?" {gunshot}"Boy you should have known by now"
[Dresta]Every day it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the DrestaSofter than a bitch, but portray the role of gangstaAin't broke a law in your lifeYet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knifeJust take a good look at the nigga and you'll captureThe fact that the bastard is simply just an actorWho mastered the bang and the slang and the mentalOf niggas in Compton, Watts, and South CentralNever ever once have you ran with the turfBut yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirtBut tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin' work?So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerkNiggas straight kill me, knowing that they prankstersThis is going out to you studio gangstasSee I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch thatSo since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about thatBut niggas like you, I gotta hate yaCause I'm just tired of suburbia niggasTalking about they come from projectsKnowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets GThink you started trying to bang around the time of the peace treatyWearing khakis and mob while you rhymeLittle fag, tried to sag, but you're flooding at the same timeAnd your set don't accept yaScared to kick it with your homies cause you know they don't respect yaSo nigga please, check nuts before ya step to theseMothaphuckkin real G's
[BG Knocc Out]Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangstaApproach me like you hard, motherfucker I'mma bank yaShank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I have toDr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actorsPranksters, studio gangstas, bustersBut this time you're fuckin' with some real motherfuckersG's, nigga please, don't try to stepCause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be leftSee young niggas like me will break you off somethingClaiming my city but, Dre, you ain't from ComptonNiggas like y'all is what I call wannabesAnd ain't shit compared to real mothaphuckkin G's
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[Eazy-E]I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrongYou tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's onYou and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' shitBoth of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dickBeating up a bitch don't make you shit, but then againSome niggas think it makes a manDamn, it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quickFrom wearin' lipstick, to smoking on chronic at picnicsAnd now you think you're biggerBut to me you ain't nothing but a bitch-ass niggaThat ain't worth a food stampAnd at Death Row, I hear you're getting treated like boot campGotta follow your sergeant's directionsOr get your ass pumped with the Smith & WessonLearn a lesson from the EazeStay in your place and don't step to real mothaphuckkin G's!
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am ruthless
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It