But check it (Part two)

Mic check
Street
Street
And all hoes not women
And all hoes not women

Tucker and a Run
They under diss me
And say
They wouldn't run with a gun
They even C Jackson diss me
Say he had a gat
And didn't bust back
But why should I
Shoot at the cop
That's just doing their job
Clackity clack
Like a dog walking on a wooden floor
So I under diss 'em back
The footsteps not walking in sand
You can't hear it
The footprints though
The magic of the wand
I'm in your head again
My verbal gat
My first shot to ya head
That's my vocals
My second shot to ya knees
That's my beat
My third shot to ya toes
That's yo broad stopping ya hand
Before you turn it off
A shot to your shoulder

But you not like them cops
That's just doing they job
You putting me down about what I do
Trying to have me in handcuffs
And you do it too
But without a gentleman's touch

Savage
Thug
Beast
Monster
Whatever you want to call it
But blame it on your human nature
Now that you caught
But check it
I'm ma banger
Making moves on the dough
Back at cha
I does what I do
Let crooks
Put a choke hold on a hoe
And all hoes not women

Squeeze you juiceless
Hood love

Head nod to the styles

Celebrity outside on the streets
Making moves on the dough
Dope game
Come to move the crowd

Street credential

Street credential

But check it, but check it

But check it, but check it

Hood love

Street credential

Street credential

Hood love

But check it
I'm ah banger
Making moves on the dough
Back at you
I does what I do
Let crooks
Put a choke hold on a hoe
And all hoes not women
Hood love

But check it, but check it

But check it, but check it