Eazy-E — Real Muthaphuckkin Gs Edited 2002 Remastered

[Intro] Compton Compton Compton Compton Compton Ahh, Real Compton City G's Ahh, Real Compton City G's Ahh, Real Compton City G's Ahh, Real Compton City 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 stuff provoke, so you's a wannabe 'loc And you'll get smoked and I hope that the fans understand When ya talk about playin' me The same records that you making' is paying me ********* Dre ********* Snoop ********* Death Row Yo and here comes me left blow 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season To let the Real Compton City G's in Your like a kid, you found it bumping down the dapper But tell me where the hell you found that anorexic rapper Talking about who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when your wet and wearing boots (Damn 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 thang But on his old album cover, he was a she thing So sucker please, sucker please don't step to these Real Compton City G's [Chorus] Stomp him in his track Show him that I'm ruthless [Verse 2: Gangsta Dresta] Every day it a new rapper, claiming to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap about the guns and knives Just take a good look at the brother 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 homies in Compton, Wattz, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse, you claim to do the dirt But tell me who's a witness to your fucking work See you never had no business, so save the drama jerk Brothers straight kill me knowing that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangsters See I did dirt, put in work, and many brothers can vouch that So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that But brothers like you, I gotta hate you I'm just tired of suburbian brothers talking about they come from projects Knowing you ain't seen no parts of the streets G I think you start trying to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme, little *** Tried to sag, but you fronting at the same time And your set don't accept you Scared to kick it witcha homies cause ya know they don't respect you So brother please, brother please, don't step to these Real Compton City G's [Verse Three: BG Knocc Out] Well, its the Knock Out, definition original baby gangster Approach me like you hard, little buster I'm bank ya Shank ya, with my damn shank, if i have ta Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters But this time your dealing with some real last brothers G's, fool please, don't try to step See if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left See, young brothers like me will break ya off somthing Claiming my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggas like Dogg is what I call wanna be's and ain't nothing compared to Real Compton City G's [Chorus] Stomp him in his track and Show him that I'm ruthless [Verse 4: Eazy-E] I never met an OG who never did nothing wrong You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now sucker it's on you And your Doggy Dogg, think that yall hogging it Both of you tricks can come and suck my doggy **** Beating up a woman don't make you it But then again some brothers think it makes a man Damn it's a trip how Dre can switch so quick From wearing lipstick to smoking on ******* at picnics And now you think your bigger But to me you ain't nothing but trick ass buster That ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear your getting treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get yo ass popped with a Smith and Wesson Learn a lesson from the E Stay in your place and don't step to Real Compton City G's [Outro Chorus] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre, What's up? *bang* Boy, ya should have known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre (what's up?) *Bang* Boy, ya should have known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy you should have known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy you should have known by now Eazy-Duz-It