Check Yo Self (Remix)

So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Check (Yeah)

You better yo self 'fore you wreck yo self

'Cause I'm bad for ya health

I come real stealth

Droppin' bombs on your moms

Fuck car alarms

Doing foul crime

I'm that **** wit' yo' Alpine

Sold it for a six-oh

Always let tricks know

And friends know we got that indo

No, I'm not a sucker

Sitting 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 motherfucka

Here to let you know, boy, oh boy

I make dough

But don't call me Dough Boy

This ain't no fucking motion picture

A guy or a bitch-a

My **** get wit'cha

And hit ya

Taking that yak to the neck

So you better run a check

So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on, check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

(Chickity-check)

(Yeah)

(Chickity-check)

Tricks wanna step to Cube

And then they get played

'Cause they bitchmade, pulling out a switch blade

That's kinda trifle

'Cause that's a knife, ho

AK-47, assault rifle

Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow

Gotta new style (Watch out now)

I hate motherfuckers claiming they folding bank

But steady talking shit

In the holding tank

First you wanna step to me

Now your ass screaming for the deputy

They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row

Now they running up in you slow

You're gone

Used to be the Don Juan

Now your name is just Twan

Switch it, snap it, rolling your eyes and neck

You better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self

Big dicks in yo' ass is bad for ya health

(Chickity-check, punk)

(Yeah)

(Chickity-check, yeah)

Yo, it's them **** again

But yo, y'all need to check yo' self

You know what I'm saying?

'Cause **** is going off

Word is bond, word is bond

If you're foul

You better run and make on that license plate

You could a had a V8

Instead of a tre-eight slug to your cranium (POW)

I got six and I'm aiming' em

Will I buss or keep ya guessing

'Cause fuck you and that shit you're stressing

Bitch, get off the wood

You're no good

There goes the neighborhood hooker

Go ahead and keep your drawers

Giving up the claps

And who needs applause

At a time like this?

Pop your coochie and you're dead

The bitch is a Miami hurricane head

Sprung, **** 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 chickity check yo'self before you wreck yo self

So chickity check yo'self before you wreck yo self

Come on check yo'self before you wrickity wreck yo self

Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Chickity check

Yeah, chickity check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

Cause the lynch mob is bad for your health

Nine-Tre

Remix

Old school tip, yeah

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder

How I keep from going under