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"Check"

[Chorus]
Smoke sack? Check. Backpack? Check. Gotta make sure that my iron's hot before I's-leeve. Heh. All I know is the streets. Got N.O.L.A. in me. Yeh. Hit a Dep. chick from the back. I say fuck the police, unless they learn how to mind they business and hush when they see young G's stackin' up cheese with that hustle disease. Bet. If you let the money talk, they a-wall on the chief. That's one hell of a scheme, but it never can be.

[Verse 1]
Even the stand-up guys gotta sit down before they get a piece. One slip. Wrong move. You'll never be free'd. Read a few scriptures hope it's betterin' me. Blessin' in disguise and I ain't gotta tell 'em to sneeze. At ease. slack up on beef, cause it's makin' it hot. Can't let it fuck up the money, so put it in a pot. Stick to the script don't drift away my nigga hold on. To me, success is when you can play in the boat yard. Puffin' cigars. Overseas accounts and all. Hirin' someone to keep the books, cause you can't count it all. Fulla that good kush. Look like I'm boutta fall. This stocks and bonds shit got me countin' off. Fuck what they thought.

[Chorus]
Smoke sack? Check. Backpack? Check. Gotta make sure that my iron's hot before I's-leeve. Heh. All I know is the streets. Got N.O.L.A. in me. Yeh. Hit a Dep. chick from the back. I say fuck the police, unless they learn how to mind they business and hush when they see young G's stackin' up cheese with that hustle disease. Bet. If you let the money talk, they a-wall on the chief. That's one hell of a scheme, but it never can be.

[Verse 2]
Nigga please. I'mma fiend for that check. Gimme me. Niggaz bleed when they think that it's sweet on these streets. Ain't what it seem so we scheme-in' on a high position. Somehow, I find serinity in all oppositions. Pot to piss in wasn't givin'. Had to get it and go. Propositions bout some millions, but I ain't trynna owe. Tell 'em, bring it to the table just like some dominos. If it ain't right, I'm at them rims like I'm trynna score. Play your cards right to make it to the next hand. Southpaw on a snitch. Dap 'em with a left hand. Closed mouths can't get fed. That don't mean make a statement. Last winter was all black. Heard 'em sayin' I'm racist. I'm just a Don hater.

[Chorus]
Smoke sack? Check. Backpack? Check. Gotta make sure that my iron's hot before I's-leeve. Heh. All I know is the streets. Got N.O.L.A. in me. Yeh. Hit a Dep. chick from the back. I say fuck the police, unless they learn how to mind they business and hush when they see young G's stackin' up cheese with that hustle disease. Bet. If you let the money talk, they a-wall on the chief. That's one hell of a scheme, but it never can be.


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