I Got Them (feat Lil Wayne & Baby) - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I got a question... I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me? Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business I'm G Hova, you my witness See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision Homies switching, shit getting different I'm making executive decisions To a broke boy I never listen Fuck your permission And 4 Hunnid niggas in the building now Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh, oh Lord Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard To all my niggas above the law Cause we don't really fuck with 'em Nah, my niggas really from the streets You know they like to blast on blacks And act like they badge was given from God That's why I gotta stay with my heat I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me? Okay i didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off She was trucking, I was drunk (She was a bad motherfucker) That shouldn't even count though Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust You shouldn't count those See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in I be on my business making sure them checks is in She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling Get the dough, young nigga get the dough Young nigga, young nigga get the dough Uh, she tell me "Work with me" I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift" She tell me "Don't fight the feeling" Bitch I'd rather fight She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is fucked up Even when I'm fucked up" Damn I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Woah When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question What's my name hoe? I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain ho I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo) That's right, no question nigga Shoot first, ask questions second nigga Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga Got a question, why the fuck you yapping nigga Don't talk too much mind your business nigga Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas? We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge Top back as I ride in the RR Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow? Lord, blah, Tunechi Damn I got a question Yeah When the police gon' stop pressing me? YG, fuck with me When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question

Phew, phew, yeah If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) Look, look, look, funeral I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' All these burners here hot, but we coolin' I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em I was dead broke, sleep on the futon Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run If I take your shit, can't give you no refund Ten mil' for a deal I agree on I put on for Atlanta like Deion Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em From the apartments to an arena Where that 'lil boy been? I ain't seen him Look at God's child drivin' the Demon Fuck what you heard I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent I smoke the best exclusive I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it Told myself to continue my duties I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it Just like I play for Emilio Pucci I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki I need a favorite woman like The Fugees It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' (Yeah) I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you Funeral

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active (get active) Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly Now I sell bags every day in my city Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly) Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats) Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello" Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello You got a lil' boy, 'cause you not on my level Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule Young nigga give a hoe a whole groove like Stella Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O Made a whole M on the road, then lay low I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Suave (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yuh) Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yuh) Big B's, call me Banye (hoo) Me and Lil Baby compadre (yuh) What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh) Diamonds on me, that's pavè (huh) So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh) Marley and Fee tryna get high weight (ooh) I got M-O-L-L-Y weight Only once the drugs are done I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?" Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate World stop spinnin', start to vibrate It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace Pupils dilate, don't judge me I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D I got a text straight from the plug He said, "There's a drought," I said, "Funny" Now we laughin' And the only time that we act, is when we act asses Nigga, we active So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yuh) She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants (what up, Ma?) And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Yeah, fuck 'em, we get active, yuh We can get active, yeah Still got some active, yuh Fuck 'em, we get active, huh Fuck 'em, we get active

ISM on the beat, I had to bless it like buddha Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched I'm not your kitty, how that sound? Get your paws off my draws What? You tryna eat me out? I don't want no dog, I'm allergic Take you to the park, have your fun, mama splurgin' If I train you, you're mine Sit, stay, come, on time Roll over, I'm your chew toy From the back like that, good boy Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Rest in peace to Nate Dogg, I'm out the cage, dog I'm 'bout to take off, I'm 'bout to face off And knock the brace off, another ho dog I'm feelin' like, oh dog, what's brackin', lil' dog? I'm cappin' the dog, dreadlocks swingin', Shaggy lil' dog I take her out, dog, from a house, dog All the way to a mansion, lil' dog Mula, I'm the master to these dog hoes (Yeah) Two in a row, that's my dog show (Yeah) Threw some cash in the dog bowl (Yeah) She a dog, she on all fours (Yeah) But I can put her on a catwalk (Ooh) But she gotta watch her waistline (Uh) Kash Doll with a K, huh? (Ooh) I'm nine inches, call me K9 (Yeah) Teach a old dog new tricks (Yeah) And the big dog ruthless (Yeah) I got a big ass dog house, I could let all my dogs move in (Straight) I'm in heat at all times, I stick my tree in her warm mouth Hit her with the puppy dog eyes, I'm comin', who let the dogs out? Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Look Call him Clifford, he ain't crippin' Big red dog on set, he trippin' Might as well go find a bitch that's gon' let you move right on in I ain't fuckin' with no niggas that's gon' fuck me for two minutes Then pass out like he been runnin' all winter, sprinter (Uh) My pussy go purr It don't got no fur, I'm F I'll be runnin' this shit My pussy on stream He get on his knees, he lickin' and slurpin' this shit I am a queen, you gon' bow down You look at this ass, it feel like a cloud, all dogs go to Heaven But I'll send you down if you don't fuckin' ice me out Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Dog ass nigga, only want the kitten I don't wanna give 'em no love Snake ass bitches, hate the way you slither Hiss around me, you get touched Rrrr, good boy One time I'ma treat you right Good boy

Life on the rocks Too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song Pockets on high note Do Re Mi Fa So I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl This is times up Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them Mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should I dust my shoulders off Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit but just don't fuck it raw Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price Life is my wife, till death do us part Man I'm fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art This is 'times up" Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But, very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel 'em close in Baby what the fuck wrong, wrongwith them What the fuck is wrong with them Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat Y'all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat Disrespectful on the beat, Borat Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that Yeah, now time's getting shorter Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up, I'm a mother fuckin' hoarder... Ugh This is 'time's up' Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But, very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fucking wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.