Real Muthaphuckkin G's - Eazy-E

Compton, Compton, Compton

Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G’s

Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G’s

Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G’s

Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G’s

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

See, you’s a wannabe 'loc, and you’ll get smoked, and I hope

That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' 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 own album cover he was a she-thang

So, nigga please, nigga please

Don’t step to these muthaphuckkin' real G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless

Yo, Dre!

(What's up?)

Boy, you should’ve known by now

Every day 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 master 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, knowin' that they pranksters

This is goin' 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

Talkin' about they come from projects

Knowin' you ain’t seen the parts of the streets, G

Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme

Little fag tried to sag, but you’re floodin' 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 you step to these muthaphuckkin' real G’s

Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition «Original 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 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 peeled cap is all that would be left

See, young niggas like me will break you off somethin'

Claimin' 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 muthaphuckkin' G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless

Yo, Dre!

(What's up?)

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

Beatin' 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 smokin' 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 gettin' treated like boot camp

Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions

Or get your ass pumped with the Smith & Wesson

Learn a lesson from the Eaze

Stay in your place and don’t step to real muthaphuckkin' G’s

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless

Yo, Dre!

(What's up?)

Boy, you should’ve known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless

Yo, Dre!

(What's up?)

Boy, you should’ve known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless

Yo, Dre!

(What's up?)

Boy, you should’ve known by now: Eazy Duz It