Versuri Checkmate

 
[Sen Dog] 
Bout to mash these niggaz man 
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker 
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! 
Ha!  Yeah 
 
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog 
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector 
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus 
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it 
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it 
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it 
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits 
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit 
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels 
for reals, penetentiary steel 
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock 
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks 
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style 
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while 
 
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog] 
 
(Checkmate fool!)  Hang em high 
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try 
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all 
(Checkmate fool!)  Wherever the pawns fall 
 
[repeat 2X] 
 
[B-Real] 
Look look punk, every way you get shook 
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book 
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan 
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me 
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever 
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together 
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit 
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped 
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low 
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls 
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight 
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype 
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off 
No matter how much blood you spit up 
You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb 
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung 
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell 
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell 
 
[Chorus] 
 
(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) 
 
[Sen Dog] 
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk 
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk 
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout 
the Westside of L.A., so whatever 
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit 
and elevate your frame, cause I want that 
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta 
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor 
 
[B-Real] 
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when 
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long 
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win 
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains 
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash 
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks 
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up 
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up 
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits 
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Sen Dog] 
Checkmate fool!