I check it in on the West Coast   (Ask about me)   I check it in in the Dirty South   (Ay-yeah)   I check it in in the Midwest   (Hustle, man)   I check it in on the East Coast   (The Hustle Gang, look at me)   (Don Matta', Poppa Don)      Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don   Prescription pills to keep me calm, nigga, I'm da bomb   In the black Testerosa, Sippin' on Mimosa, a bleedin' nosa   I'm in the West, we ain't got the nego      Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico when I okay it   So much cheese, you got to weigh it   Never thought these niggaz was the feds   "Freeze" was the sound, I started lettin' off rounds      Lay the whole fuckin' room down   I don't wanna see Your Honor   Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana   Smokin' marijuana in my sauna      I done hade it with these attics and faggots   They them rattic causin' static, bring me my A U T O matic   Oh, niggaz wanna se how we ride   Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide      Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you   Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you   Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle   Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you      I check it in on the West Coast   (Ask about me)   I check it in in the Dirty South   (Ask about me)   I check it in in the Midwest   (Hustle, man)   I check it in on the East Coast   (The Hustle Gang, look at me)   (Don Matta', Poppa Don)      Can you dig her? It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga   Wit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam,   Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb   And find the money that's gone      And we'll take you, shake you, break you, take two   Play you on wit' the chrome, nigga shoot   Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot   Ya say, I'm on yo' hit list, you niggaz miss      Tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss   Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it   'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics   It's the boss player, never lost hair over assholes      Blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles   Like a bullfrog, nigga I'm a bullhog   Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog   Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians      Or killas on T.V. can see, we got the real ones   So check yo' muthafuckin' CD-Rom   And your World Wide Web, dot com   It's the Don Mega      Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you   Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you   Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle   Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you      I check it in on the West Coast   (Ask about me)   I check it in in the Dirty South   (Ask about me)   I check it in in the Midwest   (Hustle, man)   I check it in on the East Coast   (The Hustle Gang, look at me)   (Don Matta', Poppa Don)      What cha call it?   (The Hustle Gang)   What cha call it?   (The Hustle Gang)   What cha call it?   (The Hustle Gang)   What cha call it?   (Hustle, man)      Ask about me   Ask about me