Checkmate - Live

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
 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 *
 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
 (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)
 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
 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
 checkmate fool!