So come on and chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   Check, check      You betta check yo self   For you wreck yo self   'Cause I'm bad for your health   I come real stealth      Droppin' bombs on ya moms   Fuck car alarms   Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine   Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know   And friends know, we got that indoe      Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' 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 motherfucker      Here to let you know boy, oh boy   I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy   This ain't no fuckin' motion picture   A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya   And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck   So you better run a check      So come on and chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   Chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self      Yo, common, chick-ity-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 bitch may pullin out a switchblade   That's kinda trifle   'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle      Hold the fifty, I' nifty now   Gotta a new style, watch out now   I hate motherfuckers   Claimin' that they foldin'   Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin'      Tank first you wanna step to me   Now your ass screamin' for the deputy   They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row   Now the runnin' up in ya slow      You're God, used to be the Don Juan   Now your name is just Twan   Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck   You better run a check      So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self      So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health   Come, yeah      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 ya cranium   I got six and I'm aimin' em      Will I bust or keep you guessin'   'Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin'   Bitch, get off the wood, you no good   There goes the neighborhood hooker      Go ahead and keep your drawers   Givin' up the claps and who needs applause   At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya 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 chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self      Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   'Cause bitches like you   Is bad for my health      So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self      So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   So chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self      Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self   Before you wreck yo self   'Cause the lench mob   Is bad for ya health      Nine-trey, remix   Old school tip, yeah   It's like a jungle   Sometimes it makes me wonder   How I keep from goin' under?