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Peak #4,361
Peak in subgenre #665
Author
Ryan Stinson
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September 10, 2005
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Story behind the song
Juelz Santana - "Mic Check"
Lyrics
Fuck a mic, this a attidude check YES / Damn right, I ain't had to shoot a vet yet
I'ma dream killer, coffee black cream getter / Smokin green, that make you lean once the steam hit cha
You see the picture I paint, you can't get wit' my ranks / You pullin' big bank, naw I'm thinkin you ain't
Ya tank on E, ya bitch givin thanks to me / You eat at Thanksgiving nigga, yeah thanks to me
Thankfully, time is a virtue / Nevermind, just remind me to hurt you
I'm the first dude, ready to brawl / Ask ya boy, like Pastor Troy, we ready for ya'll
And I ain't down souf but I'm on the souf side / So how it look, lookin' in from the outside
Outside we can do it till we die, but I, don't think that you really foolish enough to try
[HOOK] x2
Mic Check 1-2 and a half... Mic Check 1-2 and a half
Mic Check 1-2 in the bag Da Kid Source plus you, bitch You do the math
[HOOK]
You heard me, I'm gon be in ya ear / Comin out early, like I skipped Senior year
Clean ya ears, use the cotton / I'm buryin bad apples, you dudes is rotten
Who is plottin, tryna de-throne / The king, in a minute, I'm gon be on ya ring-tone
It be known, I'm hot wit a mean streak / The glock cockin', to get the block poppin' like Beat Street
Beat cha meat, while I'm beatin' ya bitch / Stay out wit cha take-out, cuz I'm eatin' ya dish
It seems you pissed off, plus gettin pissed on / I put my dick against wat you put cha lips on
Da Kid wrong, I know but I don't give a fuck / It's too many ho's for me not to be gettin' fucked
Give it up and run in ya house / Me and & my manes, on a train thats gon run in ya spouse
[HOOK] x2
To the hacks who know that they've bitten me / You can't spit crack without my dope delivery
Simply put, ya mens get took and trashed / No ransom note, nope, just look in the trash
We lookin' for cash, yall hidin from us / That's ya natural habitat, but ya'll tryna adjust
I'm dyin' to bust you in ya mouf muh-fucker / If another lie comes out muh-fucker
You dumb suckers, get tricked and treated / So my gun won't touch you if ya chick is decent
She bent & twisted, seagrams I'm pissin / See him, naw you only see him as missin
D's is listenin, nigga's still talk loud / Why is some nigga's scared of what they talk bout
I'm walkin proud, head up and chin out / No repeatin myself, I said what I been bout
[HOOK] x2
Crack in the flesh, I put a few faggots to rest / Spittin hard, naw this is practice at best
I've had it wit cats who strapped cuz they know I'm lookin' / In the hood cuz I smell some good home cookin'
This whole song couldn't, do me justice / In a city where many are truly trustless
I rush for rushes, hush discussions / Put an end to ya limbs then crush ya crutches
Sluts is luscious, taste for ya self / This bird crazy, I'm lazy, conversate wit cha self
Cake on the shelf, the dresser, and the table / She settin' up plates, we sexin' on the table
Like the sex on cable, I'll eat at cha old house / Slice ya navel, cuz ya sweeter than Toll House
What chu ho's know bout, coke & dope spots / The flow's hot, so now I'ma hop off the soap box
[HOOK] x2
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