Check Yo Self ['The Message' Remix]

[Intro] Yeah So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Check [Verse 1] You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin' bombs on ya moms kill car alarms Doin' foul crime, I'm that brother wit' the Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No 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 you a sucka Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy This ain't no kinda motion picture A guy or trick- a, my homie get wit'cha And hit ya, takin' that yack to the neck So you better run a check [Hook] So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Chickey-check Chickey-check [Verse 2] Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they trick-made pullin' out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, Assault Rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow Gotta new style (watch out now) I hate real tricks, claimin' that they foldin' bank But steady talkin' always in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screamin' for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin' up in ya slow You're gone, 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 [Hook] So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Cause big bees in yo mouth is bad for yo health Chickey-check (punk) Chickey-check [Verse 3] If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin' 'em Will I buss or keep you guessin' And kill you when that noise ya stressin' Trick, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighborhood rat Go ahead and keep your drawers Givin' up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead The trick is a Miami Hurricane hit Sprung, people call her 'Lips and Lungs' Nappy dugout, and you stuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Trick, you better run a check [Hook] So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self Cause tricks like you is bad for my health Chickey check (pump yo brakes) Chickey check So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self Nine tre remix on the old school tip That's how we coming...