Check The Score

Lyrics

It's the run a man down Run a man down with the hawk Tryna dip off his face, no talk You know I love Love when I see blood pour Just got two, now I need more Them niggas talk Talk like "check that score" Trap, trap cah we used to be poor Did it all off a draw Jakes try lock man down Bust case, I don't fuck with pork Judge took my word I ain't never shot no drug Drugs are for mugs, real talk I dip on street You know I dip on street Tryna sweep man straight off his feet Like, fuck with me How can you fuck with me? Bro put a couple stitch in his cheek Shit's real peak Getting phone calls from the G's Like, free up my bros, fuck police And fuck all the rats Lil bro served to the cats Niggas talk dis and dat 'Til I rise up the dots Rise up the dots, that's mad Tryna hit a opp boy in his hat Niggas know gang Niggas know my team be mad Slap him up straight likе his dad All of the work that I did and I ain't been touched, it's bad Now back to the monеy None of my niggas be bummy Gotta hide what I do from mummy It really get's mad Really get's mad when it's sunny 20 G's on your block moving bunny K1's moist Niggas talk dis and dat 'Til I touch man up then dash Digga with the mash You don't wanna see my bro lurking with something that crashed That night they ran Ran when the ting got rised Man get fried like fries I can see it in his eyes Them man scared for their life When they buck up with us, no lie Step out with the gang True jeans got me fly so I might just catch a girl eye Plus Skum with the knife Shit got me thinking bout life But I won't let them take my soul Scored that goal Me and Iceman on the one two's Best know I got my bro Violent and cocky I don't really fight, that's long But I still box man like Rocky Rambo stocky Plus I don't ever ever lack Cah I hear they wanna turn me pack Rob man for his stacks Run up in his yard for the bands Now I'm getting phone calls like bring it back Flick knife flat Plus the shots long like Jack Might hit a opp boy in his back Jump out and attack Like same way I did with Dappz That's true fucking facts Dipped man like [?] Chatty mouth, cap, that's wass Man get stabbed for chat Man's so savvy Skrr round there in the cabby Get dipped cah niggas too chatty No time for a catty Run a man down with the dagger Better hope that a nigga don't stagger He shoulda got stabbed Mask on my face when I glide So I don't really know bout getting grabbed 10 to the World Niggas putting dirt on gang But don't ever step where I hang But I been round there Peddle bike rides with SJ Now the judge took my friend Got bro to the end Jump off the 1-2-5 and I'm praying that the shank don't bend Touch man like when? They didn't touch man back then And they ain't even touched right now Fat boy like chow I do what I do on streets So don't judge me like Cowell 916 916 be the real Man seen nuff blood spill Knifework plus skill Tryna make some real not a deal But I still never change, keep it chill Get Jacked like Jill I been so wild on the streets All my niggas them tell me chill