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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, so you's a wanna be 'loc

And you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand

When ya talk about sprayin me, the same records that ya

Makin' is payin me

Mothafuck Dre

Mothafuck Snoop

Mothafuck 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 mothafuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya

Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the

Fuck ya find an anorexic rapper

Talkin 'bout who you gone squabble with and who ya shoot

You're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots

Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day

But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day

All of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his

Old album cover he was a she thang

So nigga please, nigga please don't step to deez

Mothafuckin' real G's

Stomp him in his track

Show him that i'm ruthless

Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*

Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*

Everyday it a new rapper, claimin to be dapper then

The Dresta, smoother then a bitch but portray the role of

Gangsta, ain't broke a law in ya life, yet every time you rap

Ye yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look

Afta nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the rasta is

Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang

And the Mental, of niggaz in Compton, Wattz, 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 buiness, so

Save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me

Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to

You studio gangsters, see i did dirt, put in work, and

Many niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes

I got the right to rap about that, but niggaz like you

I gotta hate ya, cuz i'm jus tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about

They come from projects

Knowin ya ain't seen no parts of the streets G

Think ya tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearin khackis and mob while ya ryhme, little fag

Tried to sag, but butcha floodin at the same time,

And ya set don't accecpt ya, scared to kick it witcha homies

Cause ya know they don't respect ya, so nigga please check

Nuts before ya step to deez, mothafuckin real G's

Well, its the Knock Out, definition orginal baby gangster

Approach me like you hard, mothafucka imma bank ya

Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i have ta

Dr Dre an Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors

Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters

But this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers

G's, nigga please, don't try to step

Cuz if ya do, den a peeled cap is all that would be left

See, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,

Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton

Niggaz like ya'll is what I call wanna be's and aint shit compared

To real motherfuckin' G's

Stomp him in his track

Show him that I'm ruthless

Yo Dre, What's up? (bang)

Yo Dre, what's up? (bang)

I never met an OG who neva did shit wrong

You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on you

And ya Doggy Dogg, think that yall hoggin 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 niggaz

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 bitch ass niggas

Dat ain't worth a food stamp, and at

Deat Row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot camp

Gotta follow ya seargents directions, or get yo ass

Pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E

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

Yo Dre, What's up? (bang)

Boy ya should have known by now

Yo Dre (what's up?) (Bang)

Boy ya should have known by now

Yo Dre (what's up?) (bang)

Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz it