Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper,
time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke,
so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked
and i hope that yer fans understand
when ya talk about playin me,
the same records that ya makin' is payin me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in,
ya like a kid ya found a pup and now yer dapper,
but tell me where the fuck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only made Eazy's pay day
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
motherfuckin' Real G's

Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Boy you should have known by now
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Boy you should have known by now

Every day it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper then the Dresta,
smoother then a bitch but portrayed the role of gangster,
ain't broke a law with yer life,
yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knifes,
just take a good look at the Nigga,
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 Niggaz in Compton, wattz, and South Central
never ever once have you ran with the turf,
But yet in every verse you claim you used to do the dirt,
but tell me who's a witness to your fuckin work,
so ya never had no buiness, so save the drama jerk,
Niggaz straight kill me knowin that they pranksters,
this is going out to you studio gangsters,
see i did dirt, put in work, and many Niggaz can vouch that,
so since i got stripes i got the right to rap about that,
but Niggaz like you i gotta hate ya,
i'm just tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about
they comin from projects
knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think ya started tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and mob while ya ryhme,
little fag tried to sag,
but your flooding at the same time,
and ya set don't accecpt ya,
scared to kick it with yer homies
'cuz ya know they don't respect ya,
So Nigga please check nuts before ya step to these,
motherfuckin Real G's