[Intro: Chuck D]
This is an Ice Cube message
From you to you, [?], Cube
Check it out
And this time we go coast to coast
And rhyme and rhyme
(My microphone check[?])
That's right
Now, with no further ado
Tell 'em what they gotta do
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
You better check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
'Cause I'm bad for your health
I come real stealth
Dropping bombs on your moms
Kill car alarms
Doing foul crime, I'm that nigga wit' yo' Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain
And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya
Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya; punk motherfucker
Hеre to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but don't call mе Doughboy
This ain't no fucking motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit' cha, and hit you
Taking that yak to the neck, so you better run a check
[Hook: Chuck D & Ice Cube]
Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self, boy!
Yeah, come on and check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Bridge: Chuck D]
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitchmade, pulling out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho
AK-47, Assault Rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow!
I got a new style... (Watch out now!)
I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank
But steady talking shit in the holding tank
First, you wanna step to me?
Now your ass screaming for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin' up in you slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck
You better run a check
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