Check Yo Self [Remix]

(Yeah) Yeah So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Check (yeah) (Yeah) check You better check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms, fuck car alarms Doing foul crime, I'm that nigga wit' yo' Alpine Sold it for a six-o, 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 you Head-butt you, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk mothafucka 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 bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha And hit you taking that yack 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 Yeah, come on and check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Chicky-check (yeah) Chicky-check Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they bitch-made pulling out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow Got a new style (watch out now) I hate motherfuckers claiming that 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 and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Big dicks up yo' ass is bad for your health Chicky-check (punk) Chicky-check (yeah) Yo, it's them niggas again Watch out, you need to check yo' self, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause niggas is definitely fallin' off Word is bond, word is bond If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to your cranium (pow) I got six and I'm aiming 'em Will I bust or keep you 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 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 chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Chicky-check (punk) Chicky-check (yeah) So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Come on and 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 and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 'Cause the Lench Mob is bad for your health Nine Trey, remix Old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under