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bg knocc out dresta - micc check lyrics

yeah, somethin’ fo’ you trick -ss n-gg-z in 95.
ha, b.g. knocc out and gangsta dre’sta
compton fo’ life, fools.

chorus:
micc check – 1,2 – what a n-gg- – gon do
when the 165 crew run upon you?
yeah, you know you gon bow down like a b-tch
’cause you n-gg-z can’t f-ck 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 -ss for shootin’ my homie just the other f-ckin’ day, g.
they f-cked up but f-ck dat, them n-gg-z 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-gg-z standin’ on the corner slippin’.
i ? b-mped? 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-gg-z 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-tch 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]
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-gg- 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
sh-t, 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 n-gg-, 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-gg-‘z ? back
i hate to see some n-gg-z do some dirt to some kin of me
f-ckin’ loc is ? fin? to be backtrackin’ on my enemy.
n-gg-z know what’s happenin’, i rollin’ through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
about to start blastin’, you trick -ss n-gg-z.

chorus: [2x]

micc check – 1,2 – whatchu marks gon do?
micc check – 1,2 – whatchu bustaz gon do?
micc check – 1,2 – whatchu b-tches gon do?
micc check – 1,2 – whatchu n-gg-z 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-gg-z wanna do?

- bg knocc out dresta lyrics

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