Straight Check'n Em Lyrics - Compton's Most Wanted

I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide 

Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside 

Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote 

Ain't no jack move fool so please don't 

Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete 

And just like a girl, get freaked 

It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming 

Compton criminal fool so start running 

And please stop biting my stuff 

As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough 

Of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla 

And pistol whip a weak busta 

Suckers run up and get slapped 

Damn, I thought you was smarter then that 

Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping 

Microphone is kept as the murder weapon 

I'm straight Checkn 'Em 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow 

Hard fools, drop your guard 

No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep 

Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap 

And if I have to show, like Rambro 

And snap a neck with some Compton effect 

And get buck wild sucker 

And serve em all like cluckers 

You just cant hang with your weak style 

You slip right off a the pile 

To me your just another pretender 

So wave the white flag, boy surrender 

And if you a female species 

Tryin' to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapors, walk in 

Papers, see you later 

You little crooked alligator 

You gets no juice 

And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose 

You can't handle the format 

Punk, I'll use you as a doormat 

I'm straight checkn em 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned 

As the MC Eiht steps from the underground 

A villain from the city under siege 

Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze 

I'm breaking them off proper 

And taking no B.S. from a copper 

Fools on my tip keep sweating me 

And trying to gank my Compton melody 

You can't withstand the powerful blow 

From a brother with a def wish 

Others I smother and change their description 

Wait a minute did I mention 

That I flow punk fools with one swing 

Bow down to the Compton king- 

Pin, the record spins and that spells the end 

For you my friend 

I'm straight Checkn em 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Lets get our scraps on boy 

And the Eiht'll destroy 

And play you just like a toy 

Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp 

I thought so wimp 

I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps 

For the violence in my raps 

Gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip 

Geah, but that's cool 

I give em a count backwards ten to one 

Then they tale is done 

I give up no slack 

Because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack 

Now I'm back to attack 

And give em hype, just like they finding for crack 

So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em 

Geah fool, straight checkn em 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out 

Check this out