Eazy-E - Real Muthaphuckkin G's (Dirty) (Music Video) HD

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  • Published on:  7/13/2009
  • Eazy E - Real Muthaf**kin G's music video featuring Dresta and B.G. Knocc Out.

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

    Lyrics:

    Compton, Compton, Compton
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin 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 s*** 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

    M*therf**k Dre! M*therf**k Snoop! M*therf**k 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 M*therf**kin' G's in
    You're like a kid, you found a pup, and now you're dapper
    But tell me, where the f*** 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
    (Damn, 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 old album cover he was a she-thang
    So, n***a please, n***a please
    Don't step to these M*therf**kin' 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***h 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***a and you'll 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, who's a witness to your f**kin' work?
    So you never had no bid'ness, 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 I'm just tired of suburbia n****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** 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***a please, check nuts
    Before you step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's

    [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
    Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition "Original baby gangsta"
    Approach me like you hard, m*therf**ker, I'ma 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 you're dealin' with some real m*therf**kers
    G's, n***a please, don't 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 ain't from Compton
    N***as like y'all is what I call wannabes
    And ain't s**t compared to real muthaphuckkin' 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 4: Eazy-E]
    I never met a O.G. who never did s**t wrong
    You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, n***a, it's on
    You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' s**t
    Both of you b***hes can come and suck my Doggy d**k
    Beatin' up a b***h don't make you s**t, but then again
    Some n***as think it makes a man
    Damn, it's a trip how a n***a 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***h-*ss n***a
    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 muthaphuckkin' 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
    --

    (C) 1993 Ruthless/Relativity
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