Lyrics:
check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out
Introducin' the international
Worldwide, Brick City
To each his own, I'ma have
Uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt)
To '96 ('96, motherfucker)
Check the shit
('96, Escobar 600)
Check the shit
My mind set, son
out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock
head seeking revenge
Son bent, son, on your behalf tryna laugh
Check out the drill, dun, conceal guns
Play the hum, for rea, son's leaning back
what?
Tonight, I'ma introduce you to the young lady
From Philadelphia that actually wrote that piece, ya namsayin'?
Check it out, and, and,
And again it's one more try yuh know
Ten time me cry and ah dry me eye yeah
Well yuh dun know ah
Pressure i've run through check dis
Dutty yeah!
of y’all niggaz don’t know tha rules
Chorus-
We gon play by tha rules X4
Play by- play by – play by tha rules X4
Verse 2
See tha game ain’t got no
day slavery run by racists
While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain
You don't want to see a nigga succeed without no pain
Off others'
Grand
Rhythm Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand
Mic check one, and the mic check two
Rhythm Blunt Cru runs through you like the flu
Fuck ya whole shop up
a land by the sand, grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself â??cause change is
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
up 'cause your actions stay the same
Why won't you tell me the truth?
If I knew from day one that you wouldn't ride
They say the pain hits you by
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
I'm going to LA
Check into a quiet, groovy hotel
Get myself a tan
By the sleepy pool
Meet a pretty girl
Walk her down the strip
And chill out in
See-see-check, yo
Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired
leave his woman too long
Every chance he gets
Checking on that woman at home
Check down by his window
Check down by his back door
Trying to see if
it down for the ones who try to check me
But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker
When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker
lor sojo
Slow vibes lori coco
I don dey blow now won wa fe ya photo eeeh
Who dey who dey who dey
Who dey check am ooo
Say na six feet ese mefa ooo
Aoni
she a thot and gave you brain like what a waste
I sit by a lake and eat filet and shrimp and steak
Swear I hate them niggas feeling like the KKK
My
Hey I’m back again
Check the morgue cause the past is dead
J just drop the pen
Write this then I’ll consider when
To give it all up like I’m running
sinners, bring to you the new psalms yo
check the cheek on him, check the charm, tho
Check the charm yo
an epic outro to the street tragedy
club classics
by the vision from some serpent hair
Freeze
Pine tree village for the concrete children, icy spillage, speech
Soapbox on a sinking boat with the folk
popped in his melon then hopped on the train and I headed to school
I got too much in my head to be phased by anyone hatin who said I’m a fool
Niggas got
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