Real Muthaphukkin G's Lyrics - Singles - Eazy E

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It's On (dr. Dre) 187um Killa 

Real Muthaphukkin G's 

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Real muthaphuckkin g's... 

Real muthaphuckkin g's... 

Real muthaphuckkin g's... 

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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 yer fans understand 

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

Makin' is payin me 

Motherfuck dre 

Motherfuck snoop 

Motherfuck death row 

Yo, and here comes me left blow 

'cuz i'm the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season 

To let the real motherfuckin g's in, ya like a kid ya 

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

Fuck ya found an anorexic rapper 

Talkin 'bout who ya go 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 

Motherfuckin' real g's 

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Yo dre, what's up? *bang* 

Yo dre, what's up? *bang* 

Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then 

The dresta, smoother then a bitch but dre's a rollin 

Gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap 

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

And 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 niggaz in compton, wattz, and south central 

Never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you 

Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness 

To your fuckin work, so ya 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, i did work, so 

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, i'm tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about 

They comin from projects 

Knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets g 

Think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty 

Wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag 

Tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time, 

And ya set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies 

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

Nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin real g's 

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Well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster 

Approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya 

Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta 

Dr dre an snoop dogy 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 

Because if ya do, and i pill 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 it aint shit compared 

To real motherfuckin' g's 

Funky is this track... 

Yo dre, what's up? *bang* 

Yo dre, what's up? *bang* 

I never met an og who never did shit wrong 

Ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now nigga it's on you 

And ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and shit 

Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy's dick 

Beatin a bitch don't make ya shit, but then agian 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 a bitch ass nigga 

Who ain't worth a food stamp, but at 

Deat row, i hear yer gettin treated like boot camp 

Gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer 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...