Lyric I Check My Bank
I m peelin off domes with a baseball bat
Forty four Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just another soldier causin doom
No I don t bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I m glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when you re platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think you re missin
But I m back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I m back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I m back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
And I m positively hittin that dome
You might want mine but you can t get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I m not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don t wear a Giorgio suit
but I m down for my business so please don t step
You heard about my lawfirm s rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
AhhhI checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Straight checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"
In the magazine I look like a dope man
cause I m paid, and I m suckin up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
cause I m checkin more bank than the Heat check
Yeah I m a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah I m just pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK s keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
I m about making these dividends
and every motherfucker ain t my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that s cool
but I m not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
but I ve be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That s how I m livin, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
*repeat 2X*
I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
C mon Punish! "Cash money"
A word to the cops, I can t be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don t drop props
A word to the Klan, I don t pick crops
You can run up with your whip but you ll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won t fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you ll never get us all
Straight laced game s what I m poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys scratch "What s the time?"*
It s time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I m breakin no laws but I m livin on edge
Puttin CEO s to bed
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
It s like sellin dope, but the money ain t bent
The game is stiff, but I ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my bank
C mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! Punish em!
Show these DJ s what time it is Punish
Peace out y all, and I m checkin my bank
I checks my bank
I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my bank
I checks my bank!
Forty four Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just another soldier causin doom
No I don t bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I m glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when you re platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think you re missin
But I m back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I m back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I m back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
And I m positively hittin that dome
You might want mine but you can t get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I m not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don t wear a Giorgio suit
but I m down for my business so please don t step
You heard about my lawfirm s rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
AhhhI checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Straight checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"
In the magazine I look like a dope man
cause I m paid, and I m suckin up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
cause I m checkin more bank than the Heat check
Yeah I m a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah I m just pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK s keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
I m about making these dividends
and every motherfucker ain t my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that s cool
but I m not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
but I ve be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That s how I m livin, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
*repeat 2X*
I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
C mon Punish! "Cash money"
A word to the cops, I can t be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don t drop props
A word to the Klan, I don t pick crops
You can run up with your whip but you ll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won t fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you ll never get us all
Straight laced game s what I m poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys scratch "What s the time?"*
It s time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I m breakin no laws but I m livin on edge
Puttin CEO s to bed
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
It s like sellin dope, but the money ain t bent
The game is stiff, but I ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my bank
C mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! Punish em!
Show these DJ s what time it is Punish
Peace out y all, and I m checkin my bank
I checks my bank
I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my bank
I checks my bank!
