There is, and never was, anything epic about 50 Cent.

Compton, Compton
Compton, Compton....

Real muthaphuckkin G’s
Real muthaphuckkin G’s
Real Muthaphuckkin G’s

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 your fans understand
When you talk about spraying me
The same records that you making
Is paying me

Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Gentlemen, here comes my left blow

Cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E
And this is the season
To let the real motherfucking G’s in

You’re like a kid
You found a pup
And now you’re dapper
But tell me where the fuck
You found an anorexic rapper

Talking about
Who you go squabble with
And who you shoot
You’re only sixty pounds
When you’re 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 thang

So, nigga, please, nigga, please
Don’t step to these
Motherfucking real G’s

Every day, it’s a new rapper
Claiming to be dapper then the Dresta
Softer then a bitch but
Portrayed the role of gangster

Ain’t broke a law in your 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 niggas in Compton, Watts
Snd South Central

Never, ever once
Have you ran with the turf
Yet in every verse you claim
You used to do the dirt
But tell me who’s a witness
To your fucking work

See, you never had no buiness
So save the drama, jerk,
Niggas straight kill me
Knowing that they pranksters
This is going out
To you studio gangsters

See, I did dirt, put in work
And many niggas can vouch that
So since I got stripes
I got the right to rap about that

But niggas like you
I gotta hate you cause
I’m tired of Suburban Niggas
Talkin about they come from projects

Knowing you ain’t seen
The parts of the streets, G
Think you started trying
To bang around the time
Of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob
While you rhyme
Little fag, try to sag
But you flooding at the same time

And your set don’t accept you
Scared to kick it with yer homies
Cause you know they don’t respect you

So, nigga, please
Check nuts before
You step to these
Motherfucking real G’s

Well, it the knock out definition
Original baby gangster
Approach me like you hard
Motherfucker I’m-a bank you
Shank you with my fucking shank
If i have to

Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg
Are fucking actors, pranksters
Studio gangsters, busters
But this time you’re dealing
With some real motherfuckers

G’s, nigga, please
Don’t try to step
Because if you do
Then a pill cap
Is all that would be left

See, young niggas like me
Will break you off something
Claiming my city, but, Dre
You ain’t from Compton

Niggas like ya’ll
Is what I call wannabes
It ain’t shit compared
To real motherfucking G’s

Popping on this track
We ruthless

I never met an OG
Who never did shit wrong
You tried to dis the Eazy-E
So now, nigga, it’s on you

And your Doggy Dogg
Think you’re all honk and shit
Both of you bitches can come
And suck my doggy dick

Beating up a bitch
Don’t make you shit
But then again some niggas
Think it makes a man

Damn, it’s a trip
How a Nigga could switch so quick
From wearing lipstick
To smoking on Chronic at picnics

And now you think you’re bigger
But to me you ain’t nothing
But a bitch ass nigga

That ain’t worth a food stamp
And at Death Row
I hear you’re getting treated
Like boot camp

Gotta follow your
Sargeant’s directions
Or get yer ass pumped
With a Smith and Wesson

Learn a lesson from the Eaz
Stay in your place
And don’t step to
Real motherfucking G’s

Yo, Dre (whassup) (bang)
Should have known by now
Yo, Dre (whassup) (bang)
Should have known by now
Yo, Dre (whassup) (bang)
Should have known by now....

Eazy does it

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