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[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes]
Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton

[quiet voice that whispers]
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin 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
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 motherfuckin G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck 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
motherfuckin real G's!

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."

[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 fuckin 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
motherfuckin real G's

[Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out]
Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers
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 motherfuckin G's

"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

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