Ice-t Check Your Game (featuring King T) Lyrics

Check Your Game (featuring King T) Lyrics

Chorus: 



It's 99 players check your game



Make sure them young boys respect your name 



Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready 



Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady 



Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real



Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you 



The suckas that got the player hater venom



I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em







[King T]



When they need work



They call the cali drug expert



Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt



Looking flossy living costly



Off the edge, out of state 



They gots to break bread, for sho 



I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo



Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo'



Freelancing, trying to build a mansion 



And stay faded



Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked... 







[Ice-T]



True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent 



High floss true boss game and take aim



These sucka wannabe's



Nigga please - you're green



I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene 



Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could 



And suck game out my ass like sponges 



I run this 



You can't fuck with the steelo



You niggas wanna be low



When I'm on the east I play ceelo 



Cash flow 



One track mind serial hustler 



Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch? 



I'll dust ya 



Bentley ballin' bastard 



No hustler faster 



Game maker 



I knock a white bitch and break her







[King T]



But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain 



But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game



I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker



Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer 



The phat hummer 



The phat drummer - what's your choice? 



Trying to find a sister with a voice 



Make her moist 



I'm throwing up the W 



Bringing trouble to 



Those in sight



King T and Big Ice 







Chorus: 







[Ice-T] 



But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport



I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report



And set my v-dozen on the streets



Bump my beats



Cause when I'm twisting my dubs



Can't nobody compete



Imagine this: 



A hundred G 'lex on your wrist 



Imagine this: 



About ten karrots on your fist



Imagine this: 



All dime hoes on your list



Ha - that shit would be nice



But your name ain't "Ice" - kid... 



I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly



How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me 



TV, Movies, and Records and Tours



So many busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no more... 







[King T]



But this will be a classic 



Many facets to get that ass kicked 



The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic 



Watch me speak the magic



Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc 



And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics



People pay



Just to have me stay 



And say a verse 



I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed 



Then I burst 



I mean I bust



From all angles 



Guarunteed platium on your single







[Ice-T]



Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed 



Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests 



Never wear no vests because I got mad love 



I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs 



1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to



Beats for the hoodlums 



Somebody's gotta do'em



Fed's screw 'em



Faggot's got my whole crib bugged 



Mad tapps on the phone cause I deal with the thugs 



Drugs? never



No, the Ice is too clever 



I'm overseas



Checkin G's



Nigga please 



Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby 



Blew up in the 80's 



Now you niggas hate me



You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off



You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft 



Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing 



I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing 



Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?



Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/ 



East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/ 



They got a benz but live in their mom's house... 







Chorus 







[King T]



To all my G's rock on



get your ride on - when you hear it



The forbidden Gangland lyric



Player Haters fear it



Get you right up close near it



Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit



Ice-T set the limit



And niggas won't cross this line



suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine



in your mouth



puffin' with my niggas down south



what the fuck this really all about? man..



I'm coming out



front and back, 98 brougham



All you fake G's stay home



Leave that shit alone



King Tee's back on the throne



And that nigga on the mic - straight gone



Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know the real deal?



I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill



Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks



The Syndicate will put you in the mix - biatch...