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Check Your Game Lyrics - The Seventh Deadly Sin - Ice T

[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 want to 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 

want to 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 want to 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 alcoholic 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, why'all niggas want to 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... 

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