Released on October 6, 1998

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[Intro: Sen Dog]

'Bout to mash these niggas, man

Don't come in my backyard motherfucker

Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!

Ha! Yeah


[Verse 1: Sen Dog]

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, yeah, 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' niggas up like Muggs on the wheels

For reals, penitentiary 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


[Chorus: 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

(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


[Verse 2: B-Real]

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 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 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


[Chorus: 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

(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

(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)


[Verse 3: Sen Dog]

I'ma freak that funk, yeah, 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


[Verse 4: B-Real]

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 niggas up, back niggas up, hack niggas up

Jack niggas up, hangin' the wack niggas up

Snowball effect, we rollin' the city limits

Crushin' the bitch-ass niggas with all the gimmicks


[Chorus: B-Real, (Sen Dog)]

(Checkmate fool!) Hang 'em high

Got the live shit, bang e'm whenever you/he wanna try

Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take 'em all

(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

(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


[Outro: Sen Dog]

Checkmate fool!