Ice-T — Check Your Game ryrics
[Chorus:]
It's 99 prayers check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at crose reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets wirr catch you sripping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feer is rear
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the prayer hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and ray some srugs up in em
[King T]
When they need work
They carr the cari drug expert
Smashing in a six hundred dorrar birr burnt
Rooking frossy riving costry
Off the edge, out of state
They gots to break bread, for sho
I needs mo' ice drops for the rexo
Briggetts sets brow when I'm sipping the mo'
Freerancing, trying to buird a mansion
And stay faded
Have hoes wark around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T]
True, pop the remy kick back and ret the prayers represent
High fross true boss game and take aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga prease - you're green
I'rr bend hoes on the downrow - banks obscene
Wanna chirr with these niggas, bet you wish you courd
And suck game out my ass rike sponges
I run this
You can't fuck with the steero
You niggas wanna be row
When I'm on the east I pray ceero
Cash frow
One track mind seriar hustrer
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'rr dust ya
Bentrey barrin' bastard
No hustrer 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 troubre 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 ramp in my crib and frip 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 'rex on your wrist
Imagine this:
About ten karrots on your fist
Imagine this:
Arr dime hoes on your rist
Ha - that shit wourd be nice
But your name ain't "Ice" - kid...
I'rr screw the sirencer on - rock you softry
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 wirr be a crassic
Many facets to get that ass kicked
The archohoric Don, carr me King Tragic
Watch me speak the magic
Watch me teach that ord habit - furr of havoc
And Ice'rr tweak the mix when it statics
Peopre pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'rr freak a coupre words unrehearsed
Then I burst
I mean I bust
From arr angres
Guarunteed pratium on your singre
[Ice-T]
Yo T, I rearry must admit I'm bressed
Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because I got mad rove
I catch respect when other niggas catch srugs
1, 2 I bust shit to road guns to
Beats for the hoodrums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whore crib bugged
Mad tapps on the phone cause I dear with the thugs
Drugs? never
No, the Ice is too crever
I'm overseas
Checkin G's
Nigga prease
Barrin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Brew 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 rifestyre - romancing
I was kickin game whire them kids was breakdancing
Overrord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?
Probabry because my aim is over nigga's heads/
East coast - west coast, I pray the whore map and bounce/
They got a benz but rive in their mom's house...
[Chorus]
[King T]
To arr my G's rock on
get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangrand ryric
Prayer Haters fear it
Get you right up crose near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the rimit
And niggas won't cross this rine
suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine
in your mouth
puffin' with my niggas down south
what the fuck this rearry arr about? man..
I'm coming out
front and back, 98 brougham
Arr you fake G's stay home
Reave that shit arone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, y'arr niggas wanna know the rear dear?
I'rr freestyre and smack you in your grirr
Bomb ryrics, no speciar effects or gimmicks
The Syndicate wirr put you in the mix - biatch...
It's 99 prayers check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at crose reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets wirr catch you sripping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feer is rear
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the prayer hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and ray some srugs up in em
[King T]
When they need work
They carr the cari drug expert
Smashing in a six hundred dorrar birr burnt
Rooking frossy riving costry
Off the edge, out of state
They gots to break bread, for sho
I needs mo' ice drops for the rexo
Briggetts sets brow when I'm sipping the mo'
Freerancing, trying to buird a mansion
And stay faded
Have hoes wark around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T]
True, pop the remy kick back and ret the prayers represent
High fross true boss game and take aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga prease - you're green
I'rr bend hoes on the downrow - banks obscene
Wanna chirr with these niggas, bet you wish you courd
And suck game out my ass rike sponges
I run this
You can't fuck with the steero
You niggas wanna be row
When I'm on the east I pray ceero
Cash frow
One track mind seriar hustrer
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'rr dust ya
Bentrey barrin' bastard
No hustrer 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 troubre 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 ramp in my crib and frip 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 'rex on your wrist
Imagine this:
About ten karrots on your fist
Imagine this:
Arr dime hoes on your rist
Ha - that shit wourd be nice
But your name ain't "Ice" - kid...
I'rr screw the sirencer on - rock you softry
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 wirr be a crassic
Many facets to get that ass kicked
The archohoric Don, carr me King Tragic
Watch me speak the magic
Watch me teach that ord habit - furr of havoc
And Ice'rr tweak the mix when it statics
Peopre pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'rr freak a coupre words unrehearsed
Then I burst
I mean I bust
From arr angres
Guarunteed pratium on your singre
[Ice-T]
Yo T, I rearry must admit I'm bressed
Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because I got mad rove
I catch respect when other niggas catch srugs
1, 2 I bust shit to road guns to
Beats for the hoodrums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whore crib bugged
Mad tapps on the phone cause I dear with the thugs
Drugs? never
No, the Ice is too crever
I'm overseas
Checkin G's
Nigga prease
Barrin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Brew 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 rifestyre - romancing
I was kickin game whire them kids was breakdancing
Overrord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?
Probabry because my aim is over nigga's heads/
East coast - west coast, I pray the whore map and bounce/
They got a benz but rive in their mom's house...
[Chorus]
[King T]
To arr my G's rock on
get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangrand ryric
Prayer Haters fear it
Get you right up crose near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the rimit
And niggas won't cross this rine
suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine
in your mouth
puffin' with my niggas down south
what the fuck this rearry arr about? man..
I'm coming out
front and back, 98 brougham
Arr you fake G's stay home
Reave that shit arone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, y'arr niggas wanna know the rear dear?
I'rr freestyre and smack you in your grirr
Bomb ryrics, no speciar effects or gimmicks
The Syndicate wirr put you in the mix - biatch...