The D.O.C. - Real n***az (EP Version) lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yo, what's up n***as and n**ettes? N.W.A is back in this motherf**er And this is only the single Wait until the motherf**ing album comes out We gone have some more of that good sh** The sh** you just can't f** with But yo, we ain't finished, tell ‘em what's up man [Intro: Laylaw] Yo man, there's a gang of motherf**ers out there on the dick, man In every motherf**in' state Wanna be like, wanna look like, wanna act like Wanna dress like, wanna sound like muthaf**in' style stealin' Clone a** N.W.A bitin' a** motherf**in' everywhere man Non-reality seein', non-reality feelin' Non-reality livin' a** motherf**ers man Hey, I don't know, reality, it's important to me, man So fellas man, tell these n***as what it's like in the minds of real n***as [Verse 1: MC Ren] Prisoner like a hostage Yo, you should of covered your muthaf**ing head like an ostrich Deep in the dirt cause you's a s**er And you a** up high so I can kick the muthaf**er Don't try to hang, you best avoid Cause my foot will be so far up your a** you'll get hemorrhoids Before you try to f** wit Ren I'll put two in your a** and you'll be sh**ting a size 10 [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve Step up and get what you deserve From the word of a muthaf**ing hip-hop maniac Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the f** back Now how the f** you think a rap will last? Wit your a** saying sh** that is said in the past Yo, be original, your sh** is sloppy Get off the dick you muthaf**ing carbon copy [Verse 3: MC Ren] Falling deep in the drums so many of styles Is one of the reasons a n***a ran a hundred miles Cheating and now beating, the crowd I kept seating But weak muthaf**as biting off and they kept eating Styles that kept them full of bull Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full They got the nerve to cuss Only reason n***as pick up your record is cause they thought it was us [Verse 4: Dr. Dre] Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do You don't care for me, so who gives a f** about you You can't harm me, alarm me Cause we're the generals in this f**ing hip-hop army The n***as wit attitudes if you didn't know We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo Try us and take it Yo, f** this sh**, Yella, kick the break in [Hook] It's the real thing, you are now real, real n***as, n***as [Verse 5: MC Ren] You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'mma find'cha Cause a n***a like Ren's only 2 steps behind'cha Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared A n***a in black can be your scariest nightmare So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic's on Don't step on my muthaf**ing stage without nike's on Don't say it's psycho and then you just might go Mentally f**ed up when I let the right blow [Verse 6: Dr. Dre] All these n***as wit the jibber jabber But couldn't k** a fly wit a muthaf**ing sledge hammer Gangstas in black are out there But only because, yo, it's the sh** that we wear On my muthaf**ing dick But I'mma love it when you drop like a muthaf**ing brick So, yo, step off, go to bed, cause if you're mislead You get a muthaf**ing bullet in your forehead [Verse 7: Eazy-E] Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see A little streetwise n***a, you know me Rolling wit some real n***as playing for keeps But you muthaf**as know who run the streets Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap sh** (Ren)(Now how much harder can another n***a get?) Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us (Dre)(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust) So n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, please Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees Cause I'm a muthaf**a that's out to k** Eazy-E, a n***a that's real [Interlude: DJ Yella] Real n***as, straight off the streets of Compton Quick to get in your sh** without second thought And if your a** get smoked, it's my bullet you caught So if you're talking sh** about the n***as in black Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats [Verse 8: MC Ren] They played out, that's what n***as were chanting One n***a left and they said we ain't happening People had thought we was finished and then done wit But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done sh** Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas And when the new record comes, I'll come like a f**ing bomb Asking for f**ing money, don't buy you a f**ing crumb You're on the dicks of four n***as not one And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one So brace yourself to make sure you don't get f**ed up Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you lucked up Don't come in my face again, because I'mma floor ya And if you're a b**h, I'm a f**ing ignore ya Because my attitude's a little bigga Cause MC Ren is one of the real n***as [Verse 9: Dr. Dre] Lost in a muthaf**ing world of madness Sadness, but Dre is just a n***a that gladdest s**ing muthaf**as like you, making wack jams Because it only shows you how dope I am Never try to ignore us When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis Cause I'm a real n***a, but I guess you figure You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger Dre is just a n***a with heart, a n***a that's smart A n***a that's paid to say what others are scared to play We started out wit too much cargo So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold Yo, N.W.A, criticize for what we say But I'm a do the sh** anyway Cause I'm the muthaf**ing doctor,never faking Yo, Yella, kick the muthaf**ing break in [Outro: MC Ren] (Ren) NWA , straight ouut muthaf**ing Compton Taking over sh** in all of the 1990's Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E And I am MC Ren, yo, NWA taking over this muthaf**a y'all