But check it (Part two)

Mic check Street Street And all hoes not women And all hoes not women Tucker and a Run They under diss me And say They wouldn't run with a gun They even C Jackson diss me Say he had a gat And didn't bust back But why should I Shoot at the cop That's just doing their job Clackity clack Like a dog walking on a wooden floor So I under diss 'em back The footsteps not walking in sand You can't hear it The footprints though The magic of the wand I'm in your head again My verbal gat My first shot to ya head That's my vocals My second shot to ya knees That's my beat My third shot to ya toes That's yo broad stopping  ya hand Before you turn it off A shot to your shoulder But you not like them cops That's just doing they job You putting me down about what I do Trying to have me in handcuffs And you do it too But without a gentleman's touch Savage Thug Beast Monster Whatever you want to call it But blame it on your human nature Now that you caught But check it I'm ma banger Making  moves on the dough Back at cha I does what I do Let crooks Put a choke hold on a hoe And all hoes not women Squeeze you juiceless Hood love Head nod to the styles Celebrity outside on the streets Making moves on the dough Dope game Come to move the crowd Street credential Street credential But check it, but check it But check it, but check it Hood love Street credential Street credential Hood love But check it I'm ah banger Making moves on the dough Back at you I does what I do Let crooks Put a choke hold on a hoe And all hoes not women Hood love But check it, but check it But check it, but check it