Real Muthaphuckkin G's

[Intro] Compton, Compton, Compton Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's [Verse 1: Eazy-E & Dresta] Ayo, 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 old album covers, he was a she-thang So, nigga please, nigga please Don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's [Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* 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— [Verse 2: Dresta] 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 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? See, you never had no business, 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 no 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 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'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 motherfuckin' G's [Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) [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 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 bootcamp Got to 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 [Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* 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?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre (What's up?) *Bang* Boy, you should've known by now [Outro: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] 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