Is bad for my health
Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine
Now your ass screamin' for the deputy
Before you wreck yo self
I got six and I'm aimin' em
Before you wreck yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know
Nine-trey, remix
Before you wreck yo self
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
So you better run a check
Publishers: GANGSTA BOOGIE MUSIC, WB MUSIC CORP.
Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' in a house of pain
Come, yeah
'Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
How I keep from goin' under?
Before you wreck yo self
Check, check
Is bad for ya health
So chick-ity-check yo self
It's like a jungle
You better run a make on that license plate
Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played
Before you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Songwriters: Jiggs Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, O'Shea Jackson, Larry Muggerud, Sylvia Robinson
Will I bust or keep you guessin'
Bitch, get off the wood, you no good
So chick-ity-check yo self
Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium
Chick-ity-check yo self
You say you can't touch this
You betta check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
And friends know, we got that indoe
Go ahead and keep your drawers
So chick-ity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy
And no I'm not the butler, i'll cut ya head-butt ya
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker
Before you wreck yo self
Now the runnin' up in ya slow
Old school tip, yeah
Gotta a new style, watch out now
So chick-ity-check yo self
'Cause I'm bad for your health
Before you wreck yo self
This ain't no fuckin' motion picture
'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle
So  chick-ity-check yo self
'Cause shotgun bullets
For you wreck yo self
Claimin' that they foldin'
Sometimes it makes me wonder
You better run a check
Now your name is just Twan
Bitch is a Miami hurricane head
'Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin'
Tank first you wanna step to me
'Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Hold the fifty, I' nifty now
Droppin' bombs on ya moms
Yo, common, chick-ity-check yo self
Fuck car alarms
Givin' up the claps and who needs applause
Before you wreck yo self
Before you wreck yo self
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
So chick-ity-check yo self
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
Before you wreck yo self
'Cause bitches like you
If you're foul
I come real stealth
You coulda had a V8
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self
So chick-ity-check yo self
There goes the neighborhood hooker
At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead
Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck
That's kinda trifle
Are bad for your health
Before you wreck yo self
'Cause the lench mob
You're God, used to be the Don Juan
Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin'
I hate motherfuckers
Before you wreck yo self
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health