Waptrick Easy E - Real Muthafuckin Gs Song Lyrics

  • [Intro]




    Real muthaphuckkin G's...

    Real muthaphuckkin G's...

    Real Muthaphuckkin G's...

    [Verse One]

    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, see you's a wanna be 'loc

    and you'll get smoked and I hope that your fans understand

    when you talk about playin me, the same records that you makin' is paying me

    Motherfuck Dre

    Motherfuck Snoop

    Motherfuck Death Row

    Yo, and here comes my 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 like a kid

    you found a puppy, now you're dapper,

    but tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper

    talking 'bout who you gon' squabble 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's pay day

    all of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,

    but on his old album covers he was a she thing

    so nigga please, nigga please don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's

    [Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless]

    Yo Dre. "what's up? [bang]

    Every day its a new rapper, claiming to be dapper then the Dresta,

    softer than a bitch but protrays the role of gangster,

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

    you yap about the guns and knifes, 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 fucking work,

    see you never had no business,

    so save the drama jerk,

    niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,

    this is going out to you studio gangsters,

    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 you, 'cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Niggas

    talking about they come from projects

    knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G

    think you start tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty

    wearing khackis and mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,

    but gettin flooded at the same time,

    and your set don't accept you, scared to kick it with your homies

    'cause you know they don't respect you,

    So nigga please check nuts before you step to these, motherfucking real G's

    [Verse Three]

    Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangster

    approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank you

    shank you, with my fucking shank, if I have tah

    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 peeled 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 wanna be's

    and ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's

    Stop him in his tracks, and show him that I am Ruthless

    Yo Dre. "What's up" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now

    I never met an OG who never did shit wrong

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

    you and your Doggy Dogg, think your all hongin' 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 men, Damn it's a trip

    how a nigga can switch so quick from wearing lipstick

    to smoking on Chronic at picnics, and now you think you're bigger

    but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass nigga

    that ain't worth the food stamp,

    and at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp

    gotta follow your seargent's directions, or get your ass

    pumped with this Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E

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

    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless

    Yo Dre. "What's up" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now

    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless

    Yo Dre. "What's up" [bang] Boy you shoulda known by now

    Stop him in his tracks and show him that I am ruthless

    Yo Dre. "What's up" [bang]

    Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it

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