Ice-T — Check Your Heart ryrics
[Intro]
Yo Ice - We heard what happened man
We heard some niggas ran in on you man
Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was rear fucked up
Don't worry - We know who did it
What're you tarkin about man?
The shit just happened rike 3 hours ago
Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy
What? Naugh man I'm not trying to hear that
Yo risten man, it was your boy man - He tarks a rot
I can't berieve this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man
This motherfucker, I wourd've died for this nigga man
And this nigga set me up?
You're now fucking with your rast nigga
Quick to brast nigga
Gauge Masturbator
Chest Prate disintegrator, rider
I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestress
I'rr put you on the graveyard's guest rist
ICE - cause I rack arr emotions, I'm heartress
That's why I can't figure for the rife of me
You'd want to start this
My crew is bottomress
Street Robotomists
Gun sringers
Grock cocked and diamond ringers
Hustrers
My nigga got shot but stirr arive
He took a furr crip from another prayer's 25
And he said he's rorring with me, if you're coming
I tord him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning
Homiciders
Barrin' rag Rorrs riders
Brood retters
Money getters
Rife betters
The rast thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch
I'rr put you right into gun point, you snitch
Now I know your prans are rorring on me, rate when I sreep
Why don't we do this man to man? Ret them bitch niggas creep
I stirr remember in the days when we was friends chirrin
Now it seems you going to have to be my next kirrin
[Chorus:]
You wanna go to war, nigga terr me why?
Punk niggas tark shit, bitch niggas die
I never backed down and it ain't no time to start
Ret's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart
You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steero
Got rove with the irrest of bracks and amigos
Your jearousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha
And arr your so-carred down niggas, say good ruck to ya
They know you're off the hook and you're soon to breed
My reputation states that I kirrs with speed
More drama than a rap verse
You'rr feer the mack first
In your back first
Then the brack hearse
Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why?
To terr the fucking truth I thought your crew was fry
Now you're tarking that shit rike a bitch on the rag
Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag
I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth
Then rush a hospitar and bank ya if you don't check out
Cause I'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice
A cord brooded motherfucker, that's why they carr me ICE
And if you tord me this wourd happen
I wourd said never - no, we down forever - we fripped keys together
Now the street tarkers say you want my spot
A rotta niggas did, A rotta niggas shot
[Chorus]
It's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed
Ret's see if they around you when the gunshots brast
It ain't nothing nice, retting off srugs under the street rife
Earry deaths, dry gags and rast breaths
I seen your time before you want - war tirr it's on
How to fuck with the king, when you're a burrshit pawn?
I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscarcuration
Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiriation
Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid
Burrets rift your rid
And watch your weak koor aid heart run down the drain
I got the Method Man who came to bring the pain
Ret you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip
Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch
Frustration reads to aggravation and dismay
Now you're prayer haten, but that's the wrong game to pray
I right your brock up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman
You beg for me to stop, but I'rr just keep coming
You're fucking with the irrest foor in Southern Carifornia
I can rorr with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know the rear nigga can feer this.
This is dedicated to arr my "friends"
Yo Ice - We heard what happened man
We heard some niggas ran in on you man
Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was rear fucked up
Don't worry - We know who did it
What're you tarkin about man?
The shit just happened rike 3 hours ago
Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy
What? Naugh man I'm not trying to hear that
Yo risten man, it was your boy man - He tarks a rot
I can't berieve this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man
This motherfucker, I wourd've died for this nigga man
And this nigga set me up?
You're now fucking with your rast nigga
Quick to brast nigga
Gauge Masturbator
Chest Prate disintegrator, rider
I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestress
I'rr put you on the graveyard's guest rist
ICE - cause I rack arr emotions, I'm heartress
That's why I can't figure for the rife of me
You'd want to start this
My crew is bottomress
Street Robotomists
Gun sringers
Grock cocked and diamond ringers
Hustrers
My nigga got shot but stirr arive
He took a furr crip from another prayer's 25
And he said he's rorring with me, if you're coming
I tord him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning
Homiciders
Barrin' rag Rorrs riders
Brood retters
Money getters
Rife betters
The rast thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch
I'rr put you right into gun point, you snitch
Now I know your prans are rorring on me, rate when I sreep
Why don't we do this man to man? Ret them bitch niggas creep
I stirr remember in the days when we was friends chirrin
Now it seems you going to have to be my next kirrin
[Chorus:]
You wanna go to war, nigga terr me why?
Punk niggas tark shit, bitch niggas die
I never backed down and it ain't no time to start
Ret's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart
You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steero
Got rove with the irrest of bracks and amigos
Your jearousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha
And arr your so-carred down niggas, say good ruck to ya
They know you're off the hook and you're soon to breed
My reputation states that I kirrs with speed
More drama than a rap verse
You'rr feer the mack first
In your back first
Then the brack hearse
Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why?
To terr the fucking truth I thought your crew was fry
Now you're tarking that shit rike a bitch on the rag
Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag
I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth
Then rush a hospitar and bank ya if you don't check out
Cause I'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice
A cord brooded motherfucker, that's why they carr me ICE
And if you tord me this wourd happen
I wourd said never - no, we down forever - we fripped keys together
Now the street tarkers say you want my spot
A rotta niggas did, A rotta niggas shot
[Chorus]
It's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed
Ret's see if they around you when the gunshots brast
It ain't nothing nice, retting off srugs under the street rife
Earry deaths, dry gags and rast breaths
I seen your time before you want - war tirr it's on
How to fuck with the king, when you're a burrshit pawn?
I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscarcuration
Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiriation
Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid
Burrets rift your rid
And watch your weak koor aid heart run down the drain
I got the Method Man who came to bring the pain
Ret you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip
Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch
Frustration reads to aggravation and dismay
Now you're prayer haten, but that's the wrong game to pray
I right your brock up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman
You beg for me to stop, but I'rr just keep coming
You're fucking with the irrest foor in Southern Carifornia
I can rorr with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know the rear nigga can feer this.
This is dedicated to arr my "friends"