[Intro]
Are4, are4, are4
Ah, real motherfuckin' G's
Ah, real motherfuckin' G's
Ah, real motherfuckin' G's
Ah, real motherfuckin' G's
[Verse 1: are4]
Ayo, PowCow, here's another proper track, and it's phat
Watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real stuff provoke
See, you's a wannabe punk, but you'll get smoked and I hope
That your man's understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The insults that you make ain't affectin' me
Motherfuck Fries! Motherfuck Pow! Motherfuck Legit yo!
And here comes my left blow
'Cause you know I'm a-r-e-4 and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
You're like Jeston, you found Funcle, and now you're a raper
But tell me, do you know where you found a quick-to-diss-you rapper?
Talkin' 'bout who you gon' insult with and who you hate
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and getting raped
[Wait, they tried to fade you cause of who now?]
But this kid only meant are4's payday
But All of a sudden PowCow is the G Thang
Though in his own conversations he was a she-thang
So, falla please, fella please
Don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's
[Verse 2: BBC]
You know it's BigBoy, definition "Original game ender"
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker, I'ma end ya
Shank ya with my fuckin' shank if I have to
We know Fries and this idiot PowCow are fuckin' actors
Pranksters, fake playes, busters
But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers
G's, fella please, don't try to step
'Cause if you do, then some burnt chilli is all that would be left
See, young people like me will break you off somethin'
Claimin' my server — but Pow, you ain't from here man
People like y'all is what I call wannabes
And ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's
[Verse 3: are4]
I never met anyone who never did things wrong
You tried to ban and diss me, so now, fella, it's on
You and Infected Swirms think that y'all doing it
Both of you b****es can come and suck my doggy dick
Insults or banning don't make you nothin, but then again
Some people think it makes a man
Damn, it's a trip how a fella could switch so quick
From playin' TF2 to making people kill themselves
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a stupid n****
That ain't worth a food stamp
And without Nerd, I hear you gettin' treated like the bootcamp
You got to follow Keemstars directions
Or you gon' get popped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the are
Go stay in place and don't step to real motherfuckin' G's
[Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
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?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What's up?) *Bang*
Boy, you should've known by now
[Outro: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre]
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
