[Intro: Dresta]
Yeah, something for you trick-ass n*ggas in 95
Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre'sta
Compton for life, fools
[Chorus: B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta]
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a n*gga - gon' do
When the 165 Crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon' bow down like a b*tch
Cause you n*ggas can't f*ck with the 5 or the 6
[Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out]
Rolling the CPT inside my G with my mask on
Ready to catch these busters slipping so the doc can blast on
They ass for shooting my homie just the other f*cking day, G
They f*cked up, but f*ck that, them n*ggas now gots to pay, G
I'm heading up to the spot where they be chilling, so now I'm dipping
Oh, wouldn't you know, these n*ggas standing on the corner slipping
I bumped 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*ggas are running and bailing until I watched a few drop black
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] (x2)
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a n*gga - gon' do
When the 165 Crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon' bow down like a b*tch
Cause you n*ggas can't f*ck with the 5 or the 6
[Verse 2: Dre'sta]
Huh, I'm sick of going asleep, waking up to sweaty sheets
Stressing from the mess and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a n*gga step
From the thoughts that have crept about death as I slept
Sheltering my madness, dreaming about mo' killing
And never seem to wake until I see some blood spilling
Dealing with the stuff's kinda ruff on a young mind
Everybody die from criminals to one-times
If we believe in everything that the Bible say
(Amen! rejoice the people clapping)
sh*t, we be partying everyday but I don't feel right
I feel angry and depressed
Cause I'm dreaming about flesh being ripped from my chest
Down goes another n*gga, down goes another
Respect to my brother, Rest In Peace, 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 that
I swear I’ll take this here gat and split that n*gga’s wig back
I hate to see some n*ggas do some dirt to some kin of me
f*cking loc is fin to be backtracking on my enemy
n*ggas know what's happening
I rolling through yo hood with my strap in my lap and
About to start blasting, you trick-ass n*ggas
[Chorus] (x2)
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a n*gga - gon' do
When the 165 Crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon' bow down like a b*tch
Cause you n*ggas can't f*ck with the 5 or the 6
[Outro: B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta]
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu busters gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu b*tches gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu you n*ggas gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu you fools gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu Dogg Pound gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu you hoochies gon' do?
Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu n*ggas wanna do?