Eazy E - Real Muthaphukkin G's Lyrics
IntroComp-tonComp-tonComp-tonReal muthaphuckkin gs...Real muthaphuckkin gs...Real muthaphuckkin gs...Verse oneHey yo doctor, heres another proper crackAnd its phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piperAnd let that real shit provoke, so yous a wanna be locAnd youll get smoked and I hope that yer fans understandWhen ya talk about playin me, the same records that yaMakin is payin meMother***** dreMother***** snoopMother***** death rowYo, and here comes me left blowcuz Im the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the seasonTo let the real mother*****in gs in, ya like a kid yaFound a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the***** ya found ya found an anorexic rapperTalkin bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shootYoure only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin bootsDamn e, they tried to fade you on dre dayBut dre day only met eazys pay dayAll of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on hisOld album cover he was a she thangSo nigga please, nigga please dont step to deezMother*****in real gsYo dre, whats up? *bang*Yo dre, whats up? *bang*Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper thenThe dresta, smoother then a ***** but dres a rollinGangster, aint broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rapYou yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good lookAnd the nigga, and youll capture the fact, that the bastard isSimply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slangAnd the mental, of niggaz in compton, wattz, and south centralNever ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse youClaim you used to do the dirt, but tell me whos a witnessTo your *****in work, so ya never had no buiness, soSave the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill meKnowin that they pranksters, this is going out toYou studio gangsters,see I did dirt, I did work, soMany niggaz can vouch that, so since I got stripesI got the right to rap about that, but niggaz like youI gotta hate ya, Im tired of suburbian niggaz talkin aboutThey comin from projectsKnowin ya aint seen the parts of the streets gThink ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treatyWearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fagTried to sag, but hes gettin flooded at the same time,And ya set dont accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homiescuz ya know they dont respect ya, so nigga please checkNuts before ya step to deez, mother*****in real gsVerse threeWell, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangsterApproach me like you hard, mother*****er imma bank yaShank ya, with my *****in shank, if I havtaDr dre an snoop dogy dogg are *****in actorsPranksters, studio gangsters, bustersBut this time yer dealin with some real mother*****ersGs, nigga please, dont try to stepBecause if ya do, and I pill cap is all that would be leftSee, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,Claimin my city, but dre you aint from comptonNiggaz like yall is what I call wanna bes it aint shit comparedTo real mother*****in gsFunky is this track...Yo dre, whats up? *bang*Yo dre, whats up? *bang*I never met an og who never did shit wrongYa tried to dis the eazy-e so now nigga its on youAnd ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and shitBoth of you *****es, can come and suck my doggys dickBeatin a ***** dont make ya shit, but then agian some niggazThink it makes a man, damn its a tripHow a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstickTo smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer biggerBut to me you aint nothin but a ***** ass niggaWho aint worth a food stamp, but atDeat row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot campGotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer assPumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the eStay in your place and dont step to real mother*****in gsYo dre, whats up? *bang*Boy ya should have known by now..Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*Boy ya should have known by now...Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*Boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it....
