Ice-t Check Your Game(feat King T Lyrics

Check Your Game(feat 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...