Check Wit It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizley] [?] just put diamonds on [?] I be [?] that's when I sleep I don't got no problems in these streets Drop a couple dollars on my beef I get off parole in a couple months Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt The chopper big as fuck, you can fold the bitch up Nigga rob my nigga Buck, and he toast some shit up My niggas making [?] we don't do no [?] Fuck a bitch and send her home, we don't do no chilling [?] drop the top, we don't do no ceelings [?] couldn't even feel it [Chorus: Young Buck] Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it I got a check with it Yeah I got a check with it Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad Now I got a chеck with it Now I got a check with it [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Break a brick down with my bear hands [?] won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me [?], you can't tell on me, I got some shells on me We got bail money, cause that nigga Buck keep bails on him Rock out, Imma move that work until I clock out TK had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out [?] my chopper flip a nigga [?] Top shotta, knock off your [?] Hold up nigga, let me get poured up, check out my [?] [?] soon as we showed up More bread than cold cuts [?] chopstick [?] drop shit So you can't stop shit Thot bitch, get her top split She [?] [Chorus: Young Buck] Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it I got a check with it Yeah I got a check with it Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad Now I got a check with it Now I got a check with it [Verse 3: Young Buck] I just left my celly with a half a brick Had to pay my thick [?] to grab the shit Only nigga on the yard used to have this shit They say I'm trappin a lil too hard, I'm not the average Bitch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is I just left a million dollars in my mama matress I just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners All my niggas think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body Soldier rags, [?] shit Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit This that [?], [?] bitch This that gang gang, this that [?] shit [Chorus: Young Buck] Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it I got a check with it Yeah I got a check with it Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad Now I got a check with it Now I got a check with it