Ghetto Cheeze lyrics

Artist: TRU
Album: TRU 2 Da Game
Song: Ghetto Cheese

Intro:(Master P)

Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this b*tch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood, n*gga)

The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla b*tch, I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherf*ckin lemonade

Chorus:(Master P,Silkk Da Shocker)

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage

Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, n*gga that's my designer
Stone age slangin, space age hustlin
Sendin fiends to da moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin

Ya'll oughta know, ya'll must be off some dumb sh*t
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, n*gga, back out the back route
I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out

Puttin in work for some pamper money
Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths full of fifties and hundreds
But ain't stoppin til I fall on my knees
And be up the next day wit ghetto cheeze
Servin fiends dem double-ups and bubble ups
And meet me at the front of the block, n*gga to get some bubble up

Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage
Pullin all nighters, I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Verse 2: (Silkk Da Shocker)

I flip D like a light switch
Games short like a spike, b*tch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight b*tch
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz n*gga these days I playa hate
But I keeps that nine by my waistline
Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the bassline
f*ck I ain't askin fo sh*t
I'm gonna make mine, I gots to take mine
And have OZs like the wizard
Cut keys like some scissors
Cold like a blizzard
Slimy like a lizard
Cause f*ck it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya f*cks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, n*gga, frontin fo my yayo
For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze
n*gga, I'm bout my mail

Chorus: (Master P)

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Verse 3: (Master P)

Takin penitentary chances but f*ck the warden
"n*gga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans"
You see the sh*t a hustler go through
" Oh yeah, pick me up a DKNY purse boo"
The ghetto pharmacist I'm on the grind
Open like 7-11, 24-7 Times
Makin Scrilla, Scratch, tack, and paper
36 OZs into 1 key fo paper
"Would you kill for me"
If that was my dope they took from you
"Now would you steal for me"
If a n*gga try to steal from you
I be bout whateva
We be da Bonnie and Clyde done came up togetha
You be draped in gold, I be ridin a Roles
You be in a BMW, That's how we roll
Side by side, Hoo-ride
Down fo whateva, Did it from the south side

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f*ck minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift

Outro: (Master P)

Ha hah, pullin all nighters n*gga
It ain't no motherf*ckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu n*gga be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherf*ckin year
Ha Mothaf*ckers, Fiends They be doin sh*t like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But n*ggas like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem b*tches
Space age hustlin huhhuh
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
Huh I be makin this ghetto cheeze, huhhuhhuh
Out of motherf*ckin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
That's ghetto cheeze n*gga