Yeah, somethin' fo' you trick a** n***az in 95.
Ha, b.g. knocc out and gangsta dre'sta
Compton fo' life, fools.
Chorus:
Micc check - 1,2 - what a n***a - gon do
When the 165 crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon bow down like a b**h
'cause you n***az 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 dat I can blast on
They a** for shootin' my homie just the other f**in' day, g.
They f**ed up but f** dat, them n***az 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***az 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.
f** , run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.
n***az 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 b**h 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 n***a step
From the thoughts dat have crept about d**h as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' about mo' k**in'
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
sh**, 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***a, 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 n***a'z wig back
I hate to see some n***az do some dirt to some kin of me
f**in' loc is fin? to be backtrackin' on my enemy.
n***az know what's happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
About to start blastin', you trick a** n***az.
Chorus: [2x]
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu b**hes gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu n***az 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***az wanna do?