Intro

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Real muthaphuckkin gs...
Real muthaphuckkin gs...
Real muthaphuckkin gs...

Verse one

Hey yo doctor, heres another proper crack
And its phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke, so yous a wanna be loc
And youll get smoked and I hope that yer fans understand
When ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya
Makin is payin me
Motherfuck dre
Motherfuck snoop
Motherfuck death row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
cuz Im the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin gs in, ya like a kid ya
Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
Fuck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
Talkin bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
Youre only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
Damn e, they tried to fade you on dre day
But dre day only met eazys pay day
All of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on his
Old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please dont step to deez
Motherfuckin real gs

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*
Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then
The dresta, smoother then a bitch but dres a rollin
Gangster, aint broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
You yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
And the nigga, and youll 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, wattz, 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 whos a witness
To your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
Save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me
Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
You studio gangsters,see I did dirt, I did work, so
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, Im tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about
They comin from projects
Knowin ya aint seen the parts of the streets g
Think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag
Tried to sag, but hes gettin flooded at the same time,
And ya set dont accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies
cuz ya know they dont respect ya, so nigga please check
Nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin real gs

Verse three

Well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker imma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I havta
Dr dre an snoop dogy dogg are fuckin actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
But this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers
Gs, nigga please, dont try to step
Because if ya do, and I pill cap is all that would be left
See, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,
Claimin my city, but dre you aint from compton
Niggaz like yall is what I call wanna bes it aint shit compared
To real motherfuckin gs

Funky is this track...
Yo dre, whats up? *bang*
Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

I never met an og who never did shit wrong
Ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now nigga its on you
And ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggys dick
Beatin a bitch dont make ya shit, but then agian some niggaz
Think it makes a man, damn its a trip
How a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
To smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
But to me you aint nothin but a bitch ass nigga
Who aint worth a food stamp, but at
Deat row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass
Pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e
Stay in your place and dont step to real motherfuckin gs

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now..
Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now...
Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it.... (less info)