Check Yo Self (Remix)

So come on and chick-ity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
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
F**k car alarms
Do without one mother ni**a 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 motherf**ker
Here to let you know boy
Oh boy
I make dough
But don't call me Dough-Boy
This ain't no f**kin picture
A guy or b**ch-a
My ni**a get wit ya
And hit ya
Makin they yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Tricks wanna step to Cube
And then they get played
Cause they b**ch may pullin
Out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle
Cause that's a knife-o AK-47
Assault rifle
I hate motherf**kers claimin
That they foldin bank
But steady talkin sh*t in the holdin tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your a** 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
Big dicks in ya a** is bad for your 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 ya cranium
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I bus or keep you guessin
Cause f**k you and that sh*t ya stressin
B**ch  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
B**ch is a Miami Hurricane head
Sprung  niggas call her lips and lungs
Nappy dugout
Get the f**k out
Cause women like you gets no respect
B**ch  you better run a check
Cause b**ches like you is bad for my health
Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health
Nine-trey  remix  old school tip  yeah