Micc Check Lyrics - Singles - Bg Knocc Out & Dresta

Yeah, somethin' fo' you trick ass niggaz in 95. 

Ha, b.g. knocc out and gangsta dre'sta 

Compton fo' life, fools. 

Chorus: 

Micc check - 1,2 - what a nigga - gon do 

When the 165 crew run upon you? 

Yeah, you know you gon bow down like a bitch 

'cause you niggaz can't fuck witta 5 or the 6. 

[ b.g.] 

Rollin' the cpt inside my g wit my mask on 

Ready to catch these bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on 

They ass for shootin' my homie just the other fuckin' day, g. 

They fucked up but fuck dat, them niggaz 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 niggaz standin' on the corner slippin'. 

I bumped around the block and I hopped out my g so 

I creeped 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. 

Fuck , run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it. 

Niggaz are runnin' and bailin' until I watched a few drop like 

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 bitch 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 [2x] 

[dre'sta] 

Hyh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, waking up to sweaty sheets 

Stressin' from the mess and all the pressures on the streets 

I wanna pack my heat everywhere a nigga step 

From the thoughts dat have crept about death as I slept. 

Sheltered in 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 dying from criminals to one-times 

If we believin' everything dat the bible say 

Shit, we be partyin' everyday. 

But I don't feel right, I feel angry and depressed 

'cause I'm dreamin' about flesh bein' ripped from my chest. 

Down goes another nigga, 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 want me to carry on so I gots to be strong. 

If only I had known or had a clue who really did dat 

I swear I'll take diz here gat and split dat nigga'z wig back 

I hate to see some niggaz do some dirt to some kin of me 

Fuckin' loc is fin? to be backtrackin' on my enemy. 

Niggaz know what's happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and 

About to start blastin', you trick ass niggaz. 

Chorus: [2x] 

Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do? 

Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do? 

Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu bitches gon do? 

Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz 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 niggaz wanna do?