Letras: Eazy E and Tupac. Other. G'z Hit Em Up.

Eazy-E:

Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper crack
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 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 deez
motherfuckin' Real G's

Tupac:

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

Eazy-E:

I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Nigga it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shit
both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy's dick
beatin a bitch don't make ya shit, but then agian some Niggaz
think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip
how a Nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass Nigga
who ain't worth a food stamp, but at
Deat Row, i hear yer gettin treated like Boot camp
gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfuckin G's