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letra de real mutha phukkin g'z - eazy-e

[intro]
compton, compton, compton
ahh, real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s
ahh, real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s
ahh, real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s
ahh, real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s

[verse 1: 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 sh-t provoke
see, you’s a wannabe ‘loc, and you’ll get smoked, and i hope
that your fans understand when you talk about sprayin’ me
the same records that you makin’ is payin’ 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-ckin’ g’s in
you’re like a kid, you found a pup, and now you’re dapper
but tell me, where the f-ck you found an anorexic rapper?
talkin’ ’bout who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot
you’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots
(d-mn, e, they tried to fade you on dre day)
but dre day only meant eazy’s payday
all of a sudden dr. dre is the g thang
but on his own alb-m cover he was a she-thang
so, n-gg- please, n-gg- please
don’t step to these m-th-ph-ckkin’ real g’s

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

[verse 2: dresta]
every day it’s a new rapper claimin’ to be dapper than the dresta
softer than a b-tch 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 n-gg- and you’ll capture
the fact that the master 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
but yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
but tell me, who’s a witness to your f-ckin’ work?
so you never had no bid’ness, so save the drama, jerk!
n-gg-s straight k!ll me, knowin’ that they pranksters
this is goin’ out to you studio gangstas
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 ya
’cause i’m just tired of suburbia n-gg-s
talkin’ about they come from projects
knowin’ you ain’t seen the parts of the streets, g
think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin’ khakis and mob while you rhyme
little f-g 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
’cause you know they don’t respect ya
so, n-gg- please, check nuts
before you step to these m-th-ph-ckkin’ real g’s

[verse 3: b.g. knocc out]
well, it’s the knocc out, definition “original baby gangsta”
approach me like you hard, motherf-cker, i’ma bank ya
shank ya, with my f-ckin’ shank, if i have to
dr. dre and snoop doggy dogg are f-ckin’ actors
pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
but this time you’re dealin’ with some real motherf-ckers
g’s, n-gg- please, don’t try to step
’cause if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
see, young n-gg-s like me will break you off somethin’
claimin’ my city — but dre, you ain’t from compton
n-gg-s like y’all is what i call wannabes
and ain’t sh-t compared to real m-th-ph-ckkin’ g’s

[hook]
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo, dre! (what’s up?)

[verse 4: eazy-e]
i never met a o.g. 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 that y’all hoggin’ sh-t
both of you b-tches can come and suck my doggy d-ck
beatin’ up 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 wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on chronic at picnics
and now you think you’re bigger
but to me you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch–ss n-gg-
that ain’t worth a food stamp
and at death row, i hear you gettin’ treated like boot camp
gotta follow your sergeant’s directions
or get your -ss pumped with the smith & wesson
learn a lesson from the eaze
stay in your place and don’t step to real m-th-ph-ckkin’ g’s

[hook]
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo, dre! (what’s up?)
boy, you should’ve known by now
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo, dre! (what’s up?)
boy, you should’ve known by now
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo, dre! (what’s up?)
boy, you should’ve known by now: eazy duz it

- eazy e

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