It's like I checked into rehab And, baby, you're my disease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause, baby, you're my disease Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess

It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it Life was lame, I had

Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

But everyone you know, is tryna smooth it over, Find a way to make the hurt go away, I'm never gonna watch you checkin' out of this place I'm not gonna lose you 'Cause the passion and the pain Are gonna keep you alive someday Everyone you know, is tryna

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for

Mic check, 1 2 I'm just going to get right to it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga! I'm cinematic making everybody panic I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga! We

I don't know, no What you do? I never want it to ever be over I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on You short

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and you ignore