Ole School sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Eazy-E]
Hey Yella
Kick that sh*t
19-9-muthaphukkin-E
The muthaphukkin year of the real muthaphuckkin G's
And we gonna do this sh*t like this:

[Verse 1: Dresta]
n*gga evidently, ya just don't know who ya f*cking with
So I suggest get in ya sh*t and keep truckin', b*tch
Before I get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast, I leave my gang rag layin' on ya face
I tattoo Dre name on my chest
Cross it out just another n*gga that I X-ed, huh
And you won't see R.I.P., you'll see P.N.D
A Punk n*gga Deceased, yeah
And the b*tch that was yours will be mine, buddy
All because ya woofed on a n*gga that was nutty
And I had to make an example
n*gga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
Of a n*gga with street wise reality
That don't give a f*ck type Compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
Cause a n*gga never know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
Cause I don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that never gave a f*ck about me droppin' phony tears
I hope I'm in the casket face down
So all you motherf*ckers can kiss my black ass now
And f*ck all that cryin' all night
Just be happy that I'm rid of this f*cked up life, yeah
And now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless f*ckin' family
[Interlude: Eazy-E]
Yeah, out with the old, in with the motherf*ckin' new
But check this sh*t out
I got somebody for ya, b*tch
Motherf*cker
(Kick that sh*t!)

[Verse 2: Sylk]
Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak
Check dat ass last weak
You off the chronic and you tweak
Speak when I feel
Cause I'm as real as they come
I'm a b*tch with a gun
Never run ain't for none
So step, step up
If ya wanna test ya luck, trick
Sister like Sylk
Really don't give a f*ck, b*tch
Punk b*tches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self b*tch you never knew me
Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
Steady f*ckin' sh*t up
Never see me shakin' my butt, I strut
Like a gangsta b*tch, no, not a pranksta b*tch
I'm quick to gank a b*tch, trick
Peep game at this b*tch as I shoot this
Gangsta b*tch steppin' rollin' with the Ruthless
[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
The R-U-T-H-L-E double S, yo, it's the n*gga Knocc Out
Claim the Blocc so n*gga whats next
Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mack truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky sh*t to make a quick fat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckers can't talk about tip flip I rip sh*t
I'm stressin'—
"Damn cuz", "Pick it back up"
Chillin' up in the studio
With the Ruthless Family
f*ck the Death Row posse
Yo, them fools can not handle me
Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, Compton, original baby gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the West
Ya say ya sh*t is chronic, but to me, it's more like stress
Or should I say make my sh*t the stronic
Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so motherf*cker come and f*ck with me

[Bridge]
(Come on, come on)
This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless motherf*ckin' family ya still in effect
This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless motherf*ckin' family ya still in effect
This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless motherf*ckin' family ya still in effect
This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless motherf*ckin' family—
(Kick that sh*t!)
[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Jealousy is a motherf*cker when you're the man
With the upper hand, I don't give a sh*t
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me, be a G like me
But I'm the n*gga that made a G
Outta the b*tch D-R-E, see
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Til he wanted to get what I get
Any other real G, Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
Now claimin' you a G
How does it feel to be me