Bitch Checker

I'm makin' these suckas drop it off and put it back in hoes Under pressure with a pimp's game Say the slick shit's best
Stick to a ho's grind Playin' bitches and swingin' can't
Out on the dope track, slangin' my dopest shit On the mobile phone, get the play from a freak bitch She wants me to scoop her up and say that it's cool to fuck I told her like that, let her
Mac run up in the back Later on, but first I gotta set her straight You see, it's business for pleasure And I'm down with the
Jimmy man, a lot of you suck Claiming that you're big man, better watch your back Cause I'm flipping in the street, man
Play up to me quick, but we're not bullet shit If your name was a chain, you're bound to catch a bullet, bitch And get robbed
For your lies, cause I'm flair type nigga Gotta have that fucking cash, yee yee I show no slack when I lay tracks Then I hit
You in the face with my motherfuckin' backhand This game is the name of the group Gainin' fame, play a one and play a two We

Find no amusement especially when losing if the price is right then i might start using yo bitch to set you up you're dead
Even though she was a two fuck a day a nigga beast type oh that's how this shit go playa she's fine as wine so i lay her and made

Her hit ya like hammer to her nail playa run when the gang move well Not really, all of these, all of these trait nest niggas
In the business of rappin' claim to be in possession of artillery packin' AKs, Glocks, and .45s only by imagination. Or

Eat a fan of size, by the way, a favorite pen I'm serious about this shit, man, lookin' for the big spang Your Dracula-ass
Bitch sucked my dick with the big spang She fit that thang, used to be the pick-up man Now I'm the money pick-up man, the

Junkie fix-up man Player 2 and Lil' Mon, all my new down hitmans Pass me the joint, I can get it lit, stan I quit flowin' and
Let the beat come in Thank you for watching! with my ride to make my exit, now here's the text on this trip, these trips I

Never tip on my toes, I tip up on a nigga and fuck him up, it just might be a test to see if the nigga fuck off up, fuck it with the
Gin, drink it straight, We want a clown, and a loaded gat And shoot up in the nearest crowd

Down about my homicide Shoot niggas every day, ain't my shit, I ain't with All them fuckin' people like, fuckin' niggas up Talkin' shit, comin' my
Way, concernin' this type of shit It's what makes crime tact, pickin' it for the player type Sprayin' and takin' the

Hoes, those freaks, these are players like me Up in town with DJ Sound and his mother. You know what I'm saying? All the
Niggas out there in the crib, what's up? You know what I'm saying? I'm tired of you motherfuckers fucking with me, that's

Why y'all always get fucked on, motherfuckers Always standing in the hallway. I'm packed with a cat on the track with a
Crack in the crest. All day, this shit is all about survival. Make your grand steps and write a check at the site of the

Fable. Straight to play a dude's crib bumping hood. Marvin Gaye, a pimpin' ass nigga, Mayfield Officer Bass with his
Black ass He could not find any dope, so he got me on a drip And he don't own a nigga like it's a substance I'm controllin' He

Know my shit is stashed, and just keep tellin' him that I'm rollin' I started way back at zero decibel And now any
Infinity's the ratio Jealous ass niggas wanna see me broke Hopin' I would let it go, or just give it up Man, look at that

Stuff. I'm gonna have to live it up. Barbecuing everyday, eating them damn ribs up. A lot of players don't like me. They
Know I'm too real. If you're true to the game, you might be knowing how I feel. And I will heal for attempting to cross croak

Me or squeal on a player. A hustler, a motherfuckin' calf buster, bitch duster I must've pointed the gun, I was wonderin'
Why you started to run When the shipments come in, I'm gonna cop a motherfuckin' con On your black ass Yeah, this slick

Chick gotta be going after my nigga Lil Mon and Fat Pat out there in Somerville locked up. You know what I'm saying? And the
Niggas is down with Lil Mon out there. You know what I'm saying? Lil Dave. You know what I'm saying? My niggas DJ sound for

Getting off of these motherfuckers. You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?