Sylk E. Fyne - Ole School sh** lyrics

[Intro: Eazy-E] Hey Yella Kick that sh** 19-9-muthaphukkin-E The muthaphukkin year of the real muthaphuckkin G's And we gonna do this sh** like this: [Verse 1: Dresta] n***a evidently, ya just don't know who ya f**ing with So I suggest get in ya sh** and keep truckin', b**h Before I get my gat ya pressure case Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face I tattoo Dre name on my chest Cross it out just another n***a that I X-ed, huh And you won't see R.I.P., you'll see P.N.D A Punk n***a deceased, yeah And the b**h that was yours will be mine, buddy All because ya woofed on a n***a that was nutty And I had to make an example n***a thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample Of a n***a with street wise reality That don't give a f** type Compton mentality I stare back d**h right in the face Contemplate my last day on and everyday base Cause a n***a 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** about me droppin' phony tears I hope I'm in the casket face down So all you motherf**ers can kiss my black a** now And f** all that cryin' all night Just be happy that I'm rid of this f**ed up life, yeah And now you see you can't handle me I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless f**in' family [Transition: Eazy-E] Out with the old in with the motherf**in' new. But check this sh** out. I got somebody for ya, b**h. Motherf**er [Verse 2: Sylk] Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak Check dat a** 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**h 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**, b**h Punk b**hes wanna step phony speak howdy doody I make ya self break ya self b**h you never knew me Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut Steady f**in' sh** up Never see me shakin' my bu*t, I strut Like a gangsta b**h, no, not a pranksta b**h I'm quick to gank a b**h, trick Peep game at this b**h as I shoot this Gangsta b**h 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***a Knocc Out Claim the Blocc so n***a whats next Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mack truck I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky sh** to make a quick fat buck I'm doggin' a dog you s**ers can't talk about tip flip I rip sh** I'm stressin' "Damn cuz", "Pick it back up" Chillin' up in the studio With the Ruthless Family f** the d**h 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** is chronic but to me it's more like stress Or should I say make my sh** 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**er come and f** with me [Transition] Come on, come on This is just a little something to keep ya a** in check Ruthless motherf**in' family ya still in effect [x3] This is just a little something to keep ya a** in check Ruthless motherf**in' family ... kick that sh** [Eazy-E] Jealousy is a motherf**er when your the man With the upper hand I don't give a sh** Clock a grip like no other can Wanna be like me be a G like me But I'm the n***a that made a G Outta the b**h D-R Eazy 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