Checkmate (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000) Cypress Hill

[Intro: Sen Dog]
Are you ready? Ah
Yeah, come on, hey
Hey, hey

[Verse 1: Sen Dog | B-Real]
Here we go, y'all, it's the nigga Hector
Lunatic smokin' loop loose in your sector
Got my eye on the money apparatus
Like a bone to a dog, you know I gotta have it
Anywhere near the shit, and I'll 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' rabbit
Cuttin' niggas up like motherfuckin' Muggs on the wheels
(For real) Penitentiary steel
Put heads to bed from the choke, headlock
Fadеs, bald heads to perms, dreadlocks
Bwoy, rudеbwoy with my style
I can get foul or wild, or break fool

[Chorus: B-Real | Sen Dog]
(Checkmate, fool) Hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, we take 'em all
(Checkmate, fool) Wherever the pawns fall
(Checkmate, fool) Hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, we take 'em all
(Say, checkmate, fool)