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lirik lagu e – real muthaphuckkin g’s – eazy


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real motherf*cking g’s…
real motherf*cking g’s…
real motherf*cking g’s…

[verse one]
hey yo doctor, here’s another proper track
and it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real sh*t provoke, see you’s a wanna be ‘loc
and you’ll get smoked and i hope that your fans understand
when you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin’ is paying me
motherf*ck dre
motherf*ck snoop
motherf*ck 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 motherf*cking g’s in, you like a kid
you found a pup and now your dapper,
but tell me where the f*ck you found an anorexic rapper
talking ’bout who you go squabble with and who you shoot
you’re only 60 pounds when you’re wet and wearing boots
d*mn 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 thing,
but on his old alb*m cover he was a she thing
so n*gg* please, n*gg* please don’t step to these motherf*ckin’ real g’s

stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what’s up? [bang] boy you should’ve known by now
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what’s up? [bang] boy you should’ve known by now

now every day it’s a new rapper, claiming to be dapper then the dresta,
smoother then a b*tch but portray the role of gangster,
ain’t broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap
you rap about the guns and knives, just take a good look
at the n*gg*, and you’ll capture the fact,
that the b*st*rd is simply just an actor,
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental,
of n*gg*s in compton, watts, 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 f*cking work,
so you never had no business,
so save the drama jerk,
n*gg*s straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,
this is going out to your studio gangsters,
see i did dirt, put in work, and many n*gg*s can vouch that,
so since i got stripes i got the right to rap about that,
but n*gg*s like you
i gotta hate you, ’cause i’m just tired of suburbian n*gg*s
talking about they coming from projects
knowing you ain’t seen the parts of the streets g
think you trying bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearing khakis and you mob while you rhyme, little f*g tried to sag,
but you’re flooding at the same time,
and you set don’t accept you, so you scared to kick it with your homies
’cause you know they don’t respect you,
so n*gg* please check nuts before you step to these, motherf*cking real g’s

[verse three]
well, it the knocc out, definition original baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherf*cker i’m gonna bank you
shank you, with my f*cking shank, if i have to
dr. dre an snoop doggy dogg are f*cking actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time you’re dealing with some real motherf*ckers
g’s, n*gg* please, don’t try to step
because if you do, and i pill cap is all that would be left see,
young n*gg*s like me will break you off something,
claiming my city, but dre you ain’t from compton
n*gg*s like you all is what i call wannabe’s
it ain’t sh*t compared to real motherf*ckin’ g’s

stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what’s up? [bang]
boy ya should’ve know by now
stop him in his tracks, show him i’m ruthless!
yo dre, what’s up? [bang]

i never met an og who never did sh*t wrong
you tried to diss the eazy-e so now n*gg* it’s on you
and your doggy dogg, think your all honk and sh*t
both of you b*tches, can come and suck my doggy d*ck
beating a b*tch don’t make you sh*t, but then again some n*gg*s
think it makes a man, d*mn it’s a trip
how a n*gg* could switch so quick from wearing lipstick
to smoking on chronic at picnics, and now you think your bigger
but to me you ain’t nothing but a b*tch *ss n*gg*
who ain’t worth a food stamp, but at
death row, i hear your getting treated like boot camp
gotta follow your sergeant’s directions, or get your *ss
pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e
stay in your place and don’t step to real motherf*cking g’s

stop him in his tracks, show him i’m ruthless!
yo dre, what’s up? [bang]
boy you should have known by now..
stop him in his tracks, show him i’m ruthless!
yo dre (what’s up?) [bang]
boy you should have known by now…

stop him in his tracks, show him i’m ruthless!
yo dre (what’s up?) [bang]
boy you should have known by now, eazy that’s it….


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