| Yeah, nigga, mic check, check
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| Left right and then it’s right left, yeah
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| Front step it and I’m light step
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| Guess clizzy and a hype pet
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| Pet, crash dummy, niggas try test
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| Guess, feet funny, nigga, slide left
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| Yeah, same funny niggas digest
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| When man bust it in your guy’s chest, fire
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| Straight cookin' that you guys chef, chef
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| Street cookin' I’m a slight chef, yes
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| Big bookie, nigga, wireless, swing
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| Quick hook it then it’s my cash
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| Woo, yeah (Let's go), who let the gang out? |
| (Yeah)
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| We be them niggas, nigga, respect the buy now (Buy now)
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| Any respect and we’ll pack them niggas high now
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| Niggas’ll bring it and I brought every man out
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| Can’t take all the credit for how them figures pan out
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| Bottle the plan up, and nigga, this the plan out (Yeah)
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| She wants a picture but scared to let the fan out
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| Hold up the shredder, she wanna let the crying out (Haha)
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| Pick the stick up
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| You get stuck up, this a stick-up
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| Money and pussy, my nigga, get the lick up (Yeah)
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| We get the millions, my bro, a nigga richer (Yeah)
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| Fuck all the bickering, watch the niggas bicker
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| You ain’t on nothin', that age you’re even thicker
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| Man are all crackers, and shit, I’ve seen the picture
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| He need a blessing, that nigga need a vicar
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| Them evil niggas, them make me even sicker
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| Tried to light weed up and then they keep it clique up
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| Man’ll get jacked on them niggas, meet the ripper
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| Man ain’t got jack on my drip and he’s a dripper (Switch it)
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| Yeah, mack daddy hate
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| From that aggy place
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| Names that mad, he wait (Wait)
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| That brother’s bait (Bait)
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| Boom boom, that brother’s dead
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| Bag the shottas, grab the cutters, bag of nutters
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| Even when ridin', make sure to break apart
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| Man are just haters, my niggas never sucker
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| Mic check (One, two)
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| Mic check (One, two, one, two)
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| Just do it with the razor, that’s a knife check (Switch up)
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| Leave 'em on the respirator, that’s a life check (Woo)
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| Tell a district attorney she got a nice neck (Haha)
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| Might cut away (Cut), just cut away (Cut)
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| One thing you will never see is another day (Nah)
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| I hit the blunt slow and fall back
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| Your loved ones in the front row in all black (Right there)
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| Keep your eyes on 'em 'cause we gotta sting 'em (Uh)
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| From the United States to the United Kingdom (Mmh)
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| Just as long as you don’t tell shit (Yeah)
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| Violators will get dealt with (Uh-huh)
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| When I’m countin' up, this a safe party
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| Bunch of stars on the roof, that’s a Wraith party
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| Team of lawyers that’ll get rid of the case for me
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| Lil' nigga that’ll shoot you in the face for me (Boom boom)
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| What? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MIC CHECK , by - Giggs. Song from the album BIG BAD..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп