check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out
I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass Now I'ma give it to ya however you want One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your
You're in danger you don't know me I'm a stranger not your homie You know fuck ya'll don't know about me But check it out [Chorus:] Run up on this fool
a shock"} {"Any way you put it sucker [?] you're getting devastated"} [Verse 2: Apathy] Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige My vocabularies live
soldier" Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah Check the folder (here we go check it out right now) Now you got the scoop, check the
to it You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that Cash
your wings [Chorus x3] [Outro] Mims yeah private party 2 What's up y'all, It's gotta be Kid Kut the voice of the vibe Check it out, the party's jumpin
Yeah, yeah. Check it out. Yo, yo, yo [CHORUS: Mr. Q] It's the connection It's the connection It's the connection It's the connect son It's the connection It
like WHOA! Y'all keep actin' like y'all niggas can't get it WHOA! Fuck around and hafta loose your balance like WHOA! Cuz I'll slap the coochie fire out ya
ass locked up in cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with
it to you muhfuckas like this Put ya fuckin roller skates on! Yeah, hennessy niggas Yeah, more weed niggas I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat
promoted a gang related lifestyle [C-Bo] I'll bring it to them how they want it cause there is only one way to do it Bring it to them how they knew it
be killing, in your building killing My skills is trife as hitting scriptures from Hitler And if I'm out to get ya give ya mom a picture Cause she'll miss ya
it is Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids Shit I'm going out like a gangsta did Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live Shit were you niggas
of time before Waldo gets spotted Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin My children, the professional has left the fuckin buildin Check check check check check
It's on you to hold it, kid (It's on you to hold it, kid) Fuck all ya'll! (Fuck all ya'll)
you wan raise ya hand with whatever weapon's in it You knew she'd punk you off, that's probably why you kept it hidden Now ya dome is set for splittin
- Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt It's the infamous and Das Efx here to turn it out [Chorus x2] [Verse Three: Havoc] Ayo kid what you gonna do