(Intro: Echo voice)
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Comp-ton.. (3X)
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(Whispering)
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Real mutha phukkin G's.. (3X)
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(Verse 1: Eazy-E)
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Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat,
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watch the sniper, time to pay the piper.
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And let that real shit provoke.
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So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked,
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and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playing me.
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The same records that you making is paying me.
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Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row!
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Yo, and here comes my left blow.
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Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season to let the Real Muthaphukkin' 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 an anorexic rapper?
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Talking about who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot.
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You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots.
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(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
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But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day.
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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, don't step to these motherfucking real G's!
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Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
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Boy you should have known by now!
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Yo Dre, what's up? (Pistol shot)
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Boy you should have known by now!
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(Verse 2: Dresta)
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Everyday it's a new rapper, claiming to be dapper than the Dresta
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Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
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Ain't broke a law in your life
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Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
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Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture
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the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
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who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
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of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central
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Never ever once have you ran with the turf
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But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
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But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin work
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So you never had no business, so save the drama jerk
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Niggas straight kill me, knowing that they pranksters
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This is going out to you studio gangsters.
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See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that
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So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that!
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But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
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Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggas talking about they come from projects
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Knowing, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
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Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
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Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
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Little fag, tried to sag, but you're flooding at the same, time
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And your set don't accept ya
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Scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect ya
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So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to these
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motherfuckin real G's
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(Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out)
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Welll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
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Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
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Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I have to
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Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fucking actors,
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pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
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But this time you're dealing with some real motherfuckers
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G's, nigga please, don't try to step
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'cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
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See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somethin'
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Claiming my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
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Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabese
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and ain't shit compared to real muthaphukkin city G's
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Yo Dre?
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- What's up? (Pistol shot)
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(Verse 4: Eazy-E)
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I never met an O.G., who never did shit wrong
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You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
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You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hogging shit
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Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
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Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
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some nigga's think it makes a man
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Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
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from wearing lipstick, to smoking on chronic at pic-nics
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And now you think you're bigger
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But to me you ain't nothing but a bitch-ass nigga
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that ain't worth a food stamp
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And at Death Row, I hear you're getting treated like boot camp
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Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
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Or get your ass popped with a Smith & Wesson
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Learn a lesson from the E's
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Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphukkin' G's!
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(Repeat 5 times)
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Yo Dre, what's |