Eazy E - Real Muthaphukkin G's (HQ) (Uncensored) Produced By: Ruthless/Priority Records Recorded in 1993 Lyrics: Intro: [loud booming voice that echoes] Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton [quiet voice that whispers] Real motherphuckkin G's... Real motherphuckkin G's... Real motherphuckkin G's... [Verse One: 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 So youse a wannabe '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 payin me Motherphuck Dre, Motherphuck Snoop, Motherphuck 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 motherphuckin G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where the phuck ya found a anorexic rapper? Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots (Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day") But "Dre Day" only make Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang" But on his old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez motherphuckin real G's! (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known.." [Verse Two: 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 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 niggaz 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 phuckin work So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangstas 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 Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time And your set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez motherphuckin real G's [Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out] Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta Approach me like you hard, motherphuckker I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my phuckin shank, if I haveta Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are phuckin actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin with some real motherphuckkers 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 niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez and ain't shit compared to real motherphuckin G's (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} [Verse Four: Eazy-E] 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 Beatin up a bitch don't make you 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 pic-nics And now you think you're 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 you're gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the E's Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin G's! (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." (Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless) "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It"