Little rap that we prepared some guys some time ago.
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(These feelings are no longer real, we pass everything as a game and today we do not seek to offend anyone, however at the time of writing the song if we wanted to retaliate)
[Intro JohnnyEnglish]
San-dreas, San-dreas, San-dreas
[Intro Jackspedicey]Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's[Verse 1: VictorVENEZUELA]
Hey yo, Hex, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See, you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Hex! Motherfuck Ross! Motherfuck Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cause I'm the L-A-T-I-N and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' 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 player?
Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn, V, they tried to fade you on Hex Day)
But Hex Day only meant Victor's payday
All of a sudden Hex is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, nigga please, nigga please
Don't step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's[Skerdi]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Hex! (What's up?)[Verse 2: Mr.Underpants]
Every day it's a new player claimin' to be dapper than the Pants
Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
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 Los Santos, San Fierro, and Las Venturasl
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who's a witness to your fuckin' work?
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk!
Niggas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio gangstas
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 ya
'Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
Talkin' about they come from projects
Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets, G
Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag tried to sag, but you're floodin' at the same time
And your set don't accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
'Cause you know they don't respect ya
So, nigga please, check nuts
Before you step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's[Verse 3: Savage]
Well, it's the Savage, definition "Original baby gangsta"
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker, I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I have to
Hex and Ross are fuckin' actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers
G's, nigga please, don't try to step
'Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young niggas like me will break you off somethin'
Claimin' my city — but Hex, you ain't from the server
Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabes
And ain't shit compared to real muthaphuckkin' G's[Skerdi]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Hex! (What's up?)[Verse 4: VictorVENEZUELA]
I never met a Savage. who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Latin, so now, nigga, it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' shit
Both of you bitches can come and suck my Doggy dick
Beatin' 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 Moderator could switch so quick
From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch-ass nigga
That ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with the Dexter & Jasperson
Learn a lesson from the Latin
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' G's[Skerdi]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now: LA Duz It(This is based on the song of Eazy E - Real Muthaphukkin G's)
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Nice lyrics :') I didn't know the song, I'm not a rap-guy
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where is the track?
shit i thought u were gonna rap
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In fact, several of us were left to record our rap parts, but many parts were missing.
