Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Real motherfucking G's
Real motherfucking G's
Real Motherfucking G's

Hey yo doctor, here's another proper crack
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be '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 paying me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
To let the real motherfucking G's in, you're like a kid
You found a pup and now your dapper,
But tell me where the fuck you found a anorexic rapper
Talking 'bout who you go squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearing boots
Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only meant Eazy pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,
But on his old album cover he was a she thing
So nigga please, nigga please don't step to this motherfuckin' real G's

Everyday 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
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk
Niggas straight kill me, knowing that they pranksters
This is going 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
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started trying to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearing 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

Well, it the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangster
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'mma gonna bank you
Shank you, with my fucking shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre an Snoop Dogy 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 niggas like me will break you off something
Claiming 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

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
Beating 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 smoking on chronic at picnics
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 the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin' G's