Yeah, somethin' fo' you trick a** n***** in 95.
Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre'sta
Compton fo' life, fools.
[Chorus:]
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a n**** - gon do
When the 165 Crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon bow down like a b****
cuz you n***** can't f*** witta 5 or the 6.
[B.G.]
Rollin' the CPT inside my g wit my mask on
Ready to catch these bustas slippin' so the ?doc? can blast on
They a** for shootin' my homie just the other f*****' day, G.
They f***** up but f*** dat, them n***** now gots to pay, G.
I'm headin' up to the spot where they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these n***** standin' on the corner slippin'.
I ?b**ped? around the block and I ?hopped? out my ?g? so
I crept and crawled, I crawled and crept on my knees until I got close
They probably would have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
?, run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.
n***** are runnin' and bailin' until I watched a few ?
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped back
Into my g, which stand on the scene before I heard the sirens.
Slapped on my b**** all from the way so I can collect all my ends.
Took the g and dumped it but I had to dump the strap, too.
It was my only chance so I did what I had to.
[Chorus x2]
[Dre'sta]
Huh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, wake up to sweaty ?sheets?
Stressin' from the mess and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a n**** step
From the thoughts dat have crept about death as I slept.
?Sheltering? my madness, dreamin' about mo' killin'
And never seem to wake until I see some blood spillin'.
Dealin' witta stuff's kinda ruff on a young mind
Everybody die from criminals to one-times
If we believin' everything dat the ? buddy? Say
s***, we be partyin' everyday.
But I don't feel right, I feel angry and depressed
Cuz I'm dreamin' about flesh bein' ripped from my chest.
Down goes another n****, down goes another
Respect to my brotha, Rest In Piece, Bam, I love ya.
Man, it's a trip to see you gone and I'm alone
You would whoop me to carry on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had knew or had a clue who really did dat
I swear I'll take dat ? And split dat n****'z ? Back
I hate to see some n***** do some dirt to some kin of me
f*****' loc is ?fin? To be backtrackin' on my enemy.
n***** know what's happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
About to start blastin', you trick a** n*****.
[Chorus: x2]
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu b****** gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu n***** gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - what Ad Pound gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu hoochies gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu n***** wanna do?
Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre'sta
Compton fo' life, fools.
[Chorus:]
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a n**** - gon do
When the 165 Crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon bow down like a b****
cuz you n***** can't f*** witta 5 or the 6.
[B.G.]
Rollin' the CPT inside my g wit my mask on
Ready to catch these bustas slippin' so the ?doc? can blast on
They a** for shootin' my homie just the other f*****' day, G.
They f***** up but f*** dat, them n***** now gots to pay, G.
I'm headin' up to the spot where they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these n***** standin' on the corner slippin'.
I ?b**ped? around the block and I ?hopped? out my ?g? so
I crept and crawled, I crawled and crept on my knees until I got close
They probably would have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
?, run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.
n***** are runnin' and bailin' until I watched a few ?
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped back
Into my g, which stand on the scene before I heard the sirens.
Slapped on my b**** all from the way so I can collect all my ends.
Took the g and dumped it but I had to dump the strap, too.
It was my only chance so I did what I had to.
[Chorus x2]
[Dre'sta]
Huh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, wake up to sweaty ?sheets?
Stressin' from the mess and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a n**** step
From the thoughts dat have crept about death as I slept.
?Sheltering? my madness, dreamin' about mo' killin'
And never seem to wake until I see some blood spillin'.
Dealin' witta stuff's kinda ruff on a young mind
Everybody die from criminals to one-times
If we believin' everything dat the ? buddy? Say
s***, we be partyin' everyday.
But I don't feel right, I feel angry and depressed
Cuz I'm dreamin' about flesh bein' ripped from my chest.
Down goes another n****, down goes another
Respect to my brotha, Rest In Piece, Bam, I love ya.
Man, it's a trip to see you gone and I'm alone
You would whoop me to carry on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had knew or had a clue who really did dat
I swear I'll take dat ? And split dat n****'z ? Back
I hate to see some n***** do some dirt to some kin of me
f*****' loc is ?fin? To be backtrackin' on my enemy.
n***** know what's happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
About to start blastin', you trick a** n*****.
[Chorus: x2]
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu b****** gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu n***** gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - what Ad Pound gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu hoochies gon do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu n***** wanna do?