Checkmate

[Intro] You did it baby! Congratulations, homie! You made history! 1.1 million in a short week! Ha-HAA! Screw a press conference! Press this on your conscience! D-Block, cheers! YEAH! Ah-ha-ha I ain't mad, I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous D-Block, Double R, fuckin' faggots! [Verse] We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw At the Garden or Nassau (Uh-huh) See me, couple hood niggas behind stars I heard you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!) I might never sell that much But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin' It's like goin' see 50 at a show and he don't come out singin' (C'mon!) Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate (Nuh-uh) Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut (Haha) You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods Fuckin' with me, it's where you really gon' be for good (Ugh) I hold the 4-5 myself (Ch-chk) And hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself (What up!) This is a true fact Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back? (Never) Trackmasters shelved you (Ugh) Bravehearts helped you (Ugh) Then everybody felt you (Uh-huh), now I gotta melt you (Yeah) And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss ‘Cause the niggas I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff I did real songs with Big, no made-up shits (Ah!) And I don't got a problem with clout You ain't get shot again yet So what's your second album about? (Nothin'!) Your raps are pre-school You made a lot of money, now be cool 'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood (Mmm) Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance at the dance with me, dawg Your steps ain't right yet (Uh-uh) Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight (D-Block) Most likely, your new CD is a weed plate (Haha) Bunch of love songs, hundred percent pure garbage (Garbage) Just somethin' to break up buds on You should just sell clothes and sneakers ‘Cause outta your whole camp Your flow's the weakest (Garbage) I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin' (Clappin) You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain (Haha!) It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss You had to get shot nine times to be rich [Chorus] Rat-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Pig-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Snake-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Matter of fact, you ain't no animal I'ma show these motherfuckers how to handle you [Outro] Ah-HA! D-Block! I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard!