Tekst:
Checa

place ,ay yo, I step correct Woo hah, got you all in check I got that head nod shit make you break your neck Woo hah, I got you all in check And you

Chorus: You wanna go to war, nigga tell me why? Punk niggas talk shit, bitch niggas die Let's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart

I don't wanna feel no more It's easier to keep falling Imitations are pale Emptiness all Tomorrow's haunted by your ghost Lay down, black gives way

So baby won't you sign on the dotted line I'm gonna make your dreams come true The check's in the mail, would I lie to you? Oh, trust me! The check'

To a top top top, big rigga Check it, check it out, check it out Check it out, check it Check it out, check it out, check it out Check it out, check

80 deep Have it sound like _Drumlines_ at A&T, muh'fucker [Chorus: Redman] Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check White tee - check, Goretex - check

't believe it this beat it bangin I can't believe it (I can't believe it, hey) Hey check it out check it out (x10) yeah yeah I'm feeling it now check

U,T, P, in the buildin' Sinista on the' track I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' I just cooked up and the

[Madam Majestic] Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Ghostface