[Intro]
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
[Verse one: Dustero]
Ayy yo Chris yo, here another proper track
They call me the opp, I run with the gang
Livin in that muthafuckin’ 64’
Y’all know how I muthafuckin flow
So called struggling in the hood, tryna make a buck
But you really think I give a ever livin fuck?
[Chorus: Dustero, D.O.C, EAZY-E, DR. DRE]
Muthafuckin who? Muthafuck huh? Muthafuck you hoe!
Here come my left blow on your left hoe
Such a shame to be on my death row
Muthafucka hanging people on bridges
Like damn Bryson, that’s cold
Only real muthafuckin g’s keep it real
Heh, ya know bryson ya real funny
But kid, let the real muthafuckin G’s in
Now that’s a real muthafuckin hit right therе
Talkin shit about my homies, said you was tryna meet up and shit
Muthafucka your bitch ass was too scared!
You not a g thing, just a fuckin wanna-be
Comе on you bitch ass mark, whatcha gonna do when you have a muthafuckin death wish
(death wish)
Stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(Yo Dre, wassup? Boy you shoulda known by now)
Stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(Yo Dre, wassup? Boy you shoulda known)
[Verse two: Dustero & Chris505]
We both crazy muthafuckers, don’t wanna fuck with us
Untouchable Gang, we keep it for real
Reppin’ the gang, nuthin real about yo ass
You talk the talk, but you ain’t holdin brass
Comin through don’t give an ever livin fuck
Yeah, let them that it’s on 4 Life
I'm the real motherfuckin' G, Rollin' in my Cadillac, smokin' on some sweets
Got my crew by my side, we runnin' this town
Ain't nobody gonna bring us down
I came up from the bottom, now I'm on top
Makin' money, never gonna stop
I hustle hard, grindin' every day
Livin' life in the fast lane, no time
If you cross me, better watch your back
I'm the real deal, ain't no fake
I'm the real motherfuckin' G
Remember that name nigga
[Chorus: Dustero, D.O.C, EAZY-E, DR. DRE]
Muthafuckin who? Muthafuck huh? Muthafuck you hoe!
Here come my left blow on your left hoe
Such a shame to be on my death row
Muthafucka hanging people on bridges
Like damn Bryson, that’s cold
Only real muthafuckin g’s keep it real
Heh, ya know bryson ya real funny
But kid, let the real muthafuckin G’s in
Now that’s a real muthafuckin hit right there
Talkin shit about my homies, said you was tryna meet up and shit
Muthafucka your bitch ass was too scared!
You not a g thing, just a fuckin wanna-be
Come on you bitch ass mark, whatcha gonna do when you have a muthafuckin death wish
(deathwish)
Stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(Yo Dre, wassup? Boy you shoulda known by now)
Stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(Yo Dre, wassup? Boy you shoulda known)
[Verse four: Chris505]
I'm the real mutherfuckin' G, ain't no one like me
I run this game
I ride with my crew, we roll deep
I hustle hard, stackin' that paper
I'm the king of the streets, no one greater
I spit fire, my flow so sick
I'm the real deal
We ride or die, no room for fakin'
Every move we make In this game of life, we stay elevated
No time for haters, we stay motivated
Got my brothers by my side, we always ride
Through the struggles and the pain, we never hide
We keep our heads up high, Rolling with my crew, we unstoppable
[Outro]
Ahh…
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…
Ahh…
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
Ahh…Real Muthafuckin G’s
