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​Real Muthaphuckkin G's

This song is by Eazy-E, features Gangsta Dresta and B.G. Knocc Out and appears on the EP It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa (1993).

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Ahh... Real Muthaphuckkin G's (Phuckkin G's)
Ahh... Real Muthaphuckkin G's (Phuckkin G's)
Ahh... Real Muthaphuckkin G's (Phuckkin G's)
Ahh... Real Muthaphuckkin G's (Phuckkin G's)

(Eazy-E)
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 wanna be loc' and you'll get smoked
And I hope that ya fans understand when ya talk about sprayin' me
The same records that ya makin' is payin' me
Muthaphuckk Dre, Muthaphuckk Snoop, Muthaphuckk Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cuz I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
To let the Real Muthaphuckkin G's in
You're like a kid: ya found a pup and now ya dapper
But tell me where the fuck ya found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' about who you gon' squabble with and who ya shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Gangsta Dresta: Damn, E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day!")
But "Dre Day" only meant Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a "G Thang"
But on his old album covers he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
Muthaphucckin' Real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
"Yo Dre! ('Sup?)" *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
"Yo Dre! ('Sup?)" *bang*
Boy, ya should have known

(Gangsta Dresta)
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 ya 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 fuccin' work?
See, ya never had no bidness, so save the drama, jerk
Niggas straight kill me knowin' 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 kinda hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin' about they come from projects
Knowin' ya ain't seen no parts of the streets, G
Think ya started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin' khakis and mob while ya rhyme
Little fag tryna sag, but you're floodin' at the same time
And ya set don't accept ya
Scared to kicc it with ya homies 'cuz ya know they don't respect ya
So nigga please check nuts before you step to deez muthafuccin Real G's

(B.G. Knocc Out)
Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, muthafucca I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuccin' shank, if I hafta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuccin' actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time ya dealin' with some real muthafuccas
Geez, nigga please, don't try to step
'Cuz if ya 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 muthafuccin' G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*

(Eazy-E)
I never met a OG who never did shit wrong
Ya tried to diss the Eazy-E so now, nigga, It's On!
You and ya Doggy Dogg think that yer all hogging shit
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin' up a bitch don't make ya 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 ya think yer 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 yer gettin' treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your Sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with his Smith and 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! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?) *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?)
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?)
Boy, ya should have known by now

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre! ('Sup?)
Boy, ya should have known by now: Eazy-Duz-It

Written by:

Eric Wright, Al Hasan Naqiyy, Andre DeSean Wicker, David Weldon