Eazy E — Real Muthaf**kin Gs music video feat. Dresta and B.G. Knocc Out.

Real Muthaphukkin Gs peaked at #42 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart, becoming Eazy-Es highest charting single as a solo artist. The track debuts brothers B.G. Knocc Out and Dresta, protégés of Eazy-E.

Lyrics:

Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs

Hey yo, Doctor, heres another proper track
And its phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real s*** provoke
See, yous a wannabe loc, and youll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin me
The same records that you makin is payin me

M*therf**k Dre! M*therf**k Snoop! M*therf**k Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause Im the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real M*therf**kin Gs in
Youre like a kid, you found a pup, and now youre dapper
But tell me, where the f*** you found an anorexic rapper?
Talkin bout who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
Youre only sixty pounds when youre wet and wearin boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazys payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, n***a please, n***a please
Dont step to these M*therf**kin real Gs

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (Whats up?)
Boy, you shouldve known by now

Every day its a new rapper claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a b***h but portray the role of gangsta
Aint 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***a and youll capture
The fact that the b**tard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of n****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, whos a witness to your f**kin work?
So you never had no bidness, so save the drama, j**k!
N****s straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is goin out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many n****s can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But n****s like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause Im just tired of suburbia n****s
Talkin about they come from projects
Knowin you aint 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** tried to sag, but youre floodin at the same time
And your set dont accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
Cause you know they dont respect ya
So, n***a please, check nuts
Before you step to these muthaphuckkin real Gs

Well, its the Knocc Out, definition «Original baby gangsta»
Approach me like you hard, m*therf**ker, Ima bank ya
Shank ya, with my f***in shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are f***in actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time youre dealin with some real m*therf**kers
Gs, n***a please, dont try to step
Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young n***as like me will break you off somethin
Claimin my city — but Dre, you aint from Compton
N***as like yall is what I call wannabes
And aint s**t compared to real muthaphuckkin Gs

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (Whats up?)
Boy, you shouldve known by now

I never met a O.G. who never did s**t wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, n***a, its on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that yall hoggin s**t
Both of you b***hes can come and suck my Doggy d**k
Beatin up a b***h dont make you s**t, but then again
Some n***as think it makes a man
Damn, its a trip how a n***a could switch so quick
From wearin lipstick to smokin on chronic at picnics
And now you think youre bigger
But to me you aint nothin but a b***h-*ss n***a
That aint worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeants directions
Or get your *ss pumped with the Smith