| So come on and chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Check, check | |
| You betta check yo self | |
| For you wreck yo self | |
| 'Cause I'm bad for your health | |
| I come real stealth | |
| Droppin' bombs on ya moms | |
| Fuck car alarms | |
| Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine | |
| Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know | |
| And friends know, we got that indoe | |
| Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' in a house of pain | |
| And no I'm not the butler, i'll cut ya head-butt ya | |
| You say you can't touch this | |
| And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker | |
| Here to let you know boy, oh boy | |
| I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy | |
| This ain't no fuckin' motion picture | |
| A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya | |
| And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck | |
| So you better run a check | |
| So come on and chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Yo, common, chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| 'Cause shotgun bullets | |
| Are bad for your health | |
| Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played | |
| 'Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade | |
| That's kinda trifle | |
| 'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle | |
| Hold the fifty, I' nifty now | |
| Gotta a new style, watch out now | |
| I hate motherfuckers | |
| Claimin' that they foldin' | |
| Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin' | |
| Tank first you wanna step to me | |
| Now your ass screamin' for the deputy | |
| They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row | |
| Now the runnin' up in ya slow | |
| You're God, used to be the Don Juan | |
| Now your name is just Twan | |
| Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck | |
| You better run a check | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health | |
| Come, yeah | |
| If you're foul | |
| You better run a make on that license plate | |
| You coulda had a V8 | |
| Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium | |
| I got six and I'm aimin' em | |
| Will I bust or keep you guessin' | |
| 'Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin' | |
| Bitch, get off the wood, you no good | |
| There goes the neighborhood hooker | |
| Go ahead and keep your drawers | |
| Givin' up the claps and who needs applause | |
| At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead | |
| Bitch is a Miami hurricane head | |
| Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs | |
| Nappy dugout, get the fuck out | |
| 'Cause women like you gets no respect | |
| Bitch, you better run a check | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| 'Cause bitches like you | |
| Is bad for my health | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| So chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self | |
| Before you wreck yo self | |
| 'Cause the lench mob | |
| Is bad for ya health | |
| Nine-trey, remix | |
| Old school tip, yeah | |
| It's like a jungle | |
| Sometimes it makes me wonder | |
| How I keep from goin' under? |
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