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D Nice Check Yourself

and I cried Down for you nigga wit' lie after lie, after lie Got sick of tradin' games wit' you Started bein' jealous of me like dames would do I'm like dawg check

you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for

you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Ve-nice, headed

They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee

so you gots to prove Somethin' to the ones you love but you needs to know If you ain't doin' it for yourself it don't matter d'oh It was a wake up Just

maid [Chorus] Your life's a cartoon [Shock G] Try to take a nod on the bus, put your ear in a blob Left by a moisturiser overdoing slob Nice and wet

wanna say something on this Blast Master session Yo, this is Rich Nice You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girls And these nice girls like hoes True indeed, I'd

nothin' else, they somethin' else Two guns with sons will get inside yourself Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta yourself

niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time Here