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Real m****p****kin G's...
Real m****p****kin G's...
Real m****p****kin G's...

Verse One

Hey yo doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the snipa, time to pay the pipa,
and let that real s*** provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that your fans understand
when ya talk about preyin me, the same records that ya
makin' is payin me
m****p****k Dre
m****p****k Snoop
m****p****k 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 m****f***in G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a p***ie and now in your diaper, but tell me where the
f*** ya found an anorexic rappa,
talkin 'bout who ya gone squabble wit and who ya shoot
you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
(d*** 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 n**** please, n**** please don't step to these
m****f***in' Real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang* Boy ya shoulda known by now
Everyday it's a new rappa, claimin to be dappa then
the Dresta, smoother then a b**** but portray the role of
gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knife, just take a good look
at the n****, and you'll capture the fact, that the b****** is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
and the Mental, of n***** in Compton, wattz, and South Central
neva eva once have you ran with the turf, but yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your f***** work, see ya neva had no business, so
save the drama jerk, n***** straight kill me
knowin that they prankstas, this is going out to
you studio gangstas, see i did dirt, put in work, and
many n***** can vouch that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but n***** like you
i gotta hate ya, cuz i'm just tired of Suburbian n***** talkin about
they come from projects
knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think ya started trying to bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and mob while ya ryhme, little f**
tried to sag, but you're floodin' at the same time,
and ya said don't accept ya, ya scared to kick it with yer homies
'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, So n**** please check
nuts before ya step to deez, m****f***in Real G's
Verse Three

Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, m****f***er i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my f***** shank, if i havta
Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are f***** actors
prankstas, studio gangstas, bustas
but this time yer dealin with some real m****f***ers
G's, n**** please, don't try to step
because if ya do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
see, young n***** like me will break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
n***** like ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint s*** compared
to Real m****f***in' G's


I neva met an OG who never did s*** wrong
ya tried to diss the Eazy-E so now n**** it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honking and s***
both of you b******, can come and suck my Doggy d***
beatin up a b**** don't make ya s***, but then again some n*****
think it makes a men, d*** it's a trip
how a n**** 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 b**** a** n****
that ain't worth a food stamp, and at
Death Row, i hear ya gettin treated like Boot camp
gotta follow your seargents directions, or get yo' a**
popped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E'z
Stay in your place and don't step to Real m****f***in G's

Eazy duz it....
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