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Checkmate

This song is by Cypress Hill and appears on the album IV (1998).

1st verse -- Senen

Here we go yall its that nigga hecta
lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector
got my eye on the money apparatus
like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it
Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it
Turn around spin see your face and jab it
Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits
Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit
cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel
For real penitentiary steel
Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock
Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks
Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild
Or breakfool for awhile

2nd verse -- B Real

Look, look, look
everywhere you get shook,
from the pawn takin out the rook
all by the book.
Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,
you Can't breath no need to look up and see me.
Your last hope, when you want 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 Hill and through the city
we come equipt.
To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,
the good shit to heal all souls.
Makin you roll late night,
you're trippin my games tight.
With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.
So push that shit up, get up
don't let up.
No matter how much blood you spit up.
You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.
the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.
We hit hard breakin you guard
you can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell
the pawns fell.

(Hook)

Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.
Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.
Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,
check mate fool where ever the pawns fall....(repeat)

I'm a freak that funk
and slam it in the trunk
I'm a kill all junk
With a suicide punk
Ain't nobody came my way
Talkin' bout the Westide of LA
So whatever punk ass
Click you claim
Keep poppin that shit
And I'm a bent you frame
'Cause I want that
Big time asshole
Studio gangsta
Woof all of that shit
But left out the main factor

My nigga Sen's, rollin again
remember when, we rocked shows
battling foes, the time's been
long. Strong with the styles you're in
hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen
the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.
The hot flash got you heated,
with repeated attacks over the tracks
smack niggas up, back niggas up,
hack niggas up, jack niggas up,
hangin the whack niggas up.
Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits
crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).

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