2Pac feat Eazy-E Real G'z Hit Em Up Lyrics

[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 s___ 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
m_________ Dre
m_________ Snoop
m_________ 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 m_________in G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
f___ 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
d___ 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 n____ please, n____ please don't step to deez
m_________in' Real G's

[2Pac]
First off, f___ your b____
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I f___ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
n____s f___ for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark a__ b____es
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 a__ up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't f___ around with real G's
Quick to s_____ your ugly a__, off the streets
So f___ peace
I'll let them n____s know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
f___ with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n____s 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
n____s think they learned to fly
But they burn m____-f___a you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you n____s living b__my
While you f___ing 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 b____ 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
m____-f___a I'll Hit 'Em Up

[Eazy-E]
I never met an OG who never did s___ wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now n____ it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and s___
both of you b____es, can come and suck my Doggy's d___
beatin a b____ don't make ya s___, but then agian some n____z
think it makes a man, d___ it's a trip
how a n____ 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 b____ a__ n____
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 a__
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real m_________in G's