If you compare this to the sample “the message”- grand master flash , they both sound so different in production but other than that it’s the same Instrumental
So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self 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'cha 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 ya Head-butt ya, 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, my nigga get wit-cha And hit you 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 Yeah, come on and 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 bitchmade pulling out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta 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 runnin' 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 in yo ass is bad for ya health 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 your cranium I got six and I'm aimin' 'em Will I buss 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 neighbourhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her 'Lips & 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 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
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt 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 DoughBoy This ain't no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit'cha And hit ya, takin 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 Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!" I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin up in ya slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!) Now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin 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 Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health 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 the cranium (POOOOOW!) I got six and I'm aimin em Will I shoot or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!) Go ahead and keep your drawers Givin up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit Sprung, niggaz 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
Step into the booth And wipe the dust Up off ya shouldaaa Blastin through ya Speakers.. Flip em Like a roller coastaaa That's all i got, y'all can add to it 🔥
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'cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know we got the 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, in fact 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 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 Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self) 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they bitchmade pulling out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho AK-47, Assault Rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta 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 runnin' up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (check that shit out) Now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rolling your eyes and neck You better run a check
Sometimes my dad tell me put this song in the car my listen this in my stream of xbox like a intro and he put a coment line turn it up song fuck yeah And i use this song to play games and i feel like a the most powerful character
