[Intro: Dresta]
Yeah, something for you trick-ass niggas in '95
Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dresta
Compton for life, fools

[Chorus: B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta]
Mic 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 niggas can't fuck with the 5 or the 6

[Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out]
Roamin' the CPT inside my G with my mask on
Ready to catch these busters slipping so that I can blast on
They ass for shooting my homie just the other fucking day, G
They fucked up, but fuck that, them niggas they gots to pay, G
I'm headed out to the spot where they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Well, wouldn't you know, these niggas standing on the corner slippin'
I bumped around the block and I hopped out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I crawled and creeped 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
Niggas are running, I'm gunnin' until I watched a few drop, black
Poke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped back
Into my G, escaped from the scene before I heard the sirens
Stepped to my bitch house on 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)
Mic 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 niggas can't fuck with the 5 or the 6

[Verse 2: Dresta]
Hey, I'm sick of going to sleep, wakin' 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 that have crept about death as I slept
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' about more killin'
And never seem to wake until I see some blood spillin'
Dealing with this stuff's kinda rough on a young mind
Everybody dyin' from criminals to one-times
If we believe in everything that the Bible say
(Amen! Rejoice when people pass away)
Shit, we be partyin' everyday but I don't feel right
I feel angry and depressed
'Cause I'm dreamin' about flesh being ripped from my chest
Down goes another nigga, 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 want 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 nigga’s wig back
I hate to see some niggas do some dirt to some kin of me
Fucking loc is finna be backtracking on my enemy
Niggas know what's happenin'
I'm rollin' through yo' hood with my strap in my lap and
I'm 'bout to start blastin' you trick-ass niggas

[Chorus] (x2)
Mic 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 niggas can't fuck with the 5 or the 6

[Outro: B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta]
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu marks gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu busters gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu bitches gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu you niggas gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu you fools gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu Dogg Pound gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu you hoochies gon' do?
Mic Check – 1,2 – whatchu niggas wanna do?