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!