The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo   Takin' out all you commercialized suckers   And we on this laid back track   And we doin' this, well kinda smooth   So what you gonna do, Dre?      Kick it and so on, let the beat flow on   Because I need somethin' to go off on   The one and only D R E servin' a death wish   So I'ma hit you like this      Early in the mornin', hop into the B E N Z   I got 44 ways of gettin' paid   Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks   To scoop up Ren, I heard shots      1, 2, 3, then I see Ren   Hop in the fence and with a 45 inside his hand   He ran to the Benz, got in and said   "Dre, I was speakin' to your girl, O'Shea?      And as we roll on, I seen the patrol on Crip   So we got ghost before they beat   Me and Ren in the black C E, yo   Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O C      I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry, see   I gotta have it, if I'm not paid thoroughly   I start takin', makin' sure the money steady comin'   Because I'm alwayz into somethin'      I heard a dope beat, somebody told me to go through it   But if Dre didn't do it, I can't flow to it   N.W.A. is like a mix, a hard time   And hard rhymes in the same line      You're takin' a chance when you think that   Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death   Takin' a life ain't nothin' but a killin'   For a brother labeled as bein' a young black villain      But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya   How so many pray that I be just another faliure   Real G's ain't about fakin' but takin'   I hooked up with N.W.A. and started makin'      Funky hype lyrics for your system   Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen   To a sample of a ruthless organization   But you don't want a confrontation      Real G's don't play   Yella, Eazy, me and my homeboy Dre   Yo, always makin' sure that my beat is steady bumpin'   Because I'm alwayz into somethin'      Yo, because I'm in it for life from the beginnin', I'm stackin'   Now everybody wanna jackin'   I'm watchin' a softy, punk strong as coffee   A brother like that best to back up off me      Yo 'cuz these are the days and the times of the real G   You cross me, you gettin' tossed, see   And that's on the real because I'm known to get ill   Again and again, so tell 'em what's up, Ren      If I'm not into nothin' I don't feel like   So I get my boys and we roll, yo, the goin' starts to lurk us at night   Because I never can see myself sittin' in a cell   With the crimers too tragic it couldn't make bail      So now they gotta hold me   And listen to rehabilitation over and over, sayin' they told me   But I don't really care 'cuz I know my music's pumpin'   Now Ren is alwayz into somethin'