Check Yo Self

You better check yourself before you wreck yourself

'Cause I'm bad for your health, come real stealth

Dropping bombs on your moms, fuck car alarms

Doing foul crime, I'm that **** with your Alpine

Sold it for a six, so always let tricks know

And friends know we got the indo

No, I'm not a sucker, sittin' in the 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 cut ya, in fact motherfuck ya

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 a bitch, ah, I'll get with ya

And hit ya, taking that yak to the neck

So you better run a check

So come and chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

Chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

Check yourself before you wreck yourself

'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Mic check, check it

Mic check, check it

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played

'Cause they bitch-made, pullin' 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 got a new style, watch out now

I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank

But steady talkin' shit in the holding tank

Fuck 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 ya slow

You 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 chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

Check yourself before you wriggity-wreck yourself

So chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

'Cause big dicks up your ass is bad for your health

Microphone  check, check it

Microphone check, check it

If your foul, you better run a make on that license plate

You coulda had a V8, instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium

I got six, and I'm aiming 'em

Will I shoot 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 neighborhood hooker (Slut)

Go ahead keep your drawers, giving up the claps and who need applause?

At a time like this, pop the coochie and you're dead

The bitch is a Miami hurricane head

Sprung, **** 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 chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

So chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

Come on and check yourself before you wriggity-wreck yourself

'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Microphone check, check it

Microphone check, check it

Chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

You better chiggity-check yourself before you wreck yourself

I said, check yourself before you wriggity-wreck yourself

Check

Microphone check, check it

Microphone check, check it

Microphone check, check it

Microphone check, check yourself, Cube