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ghetto cheeze - tru lyrics

[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-gg-)

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-gg- that’s my designer
stone age slangin, sp-ce 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-gg-, 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-gg- 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-gg- these days i playa hate
but i keeps that nine by my waistline
everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the b-ssline
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-gg-, frontin fo my yayo
for sale [?] time fo my ghetto cheeze
n-gg-, 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-gg-, 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-gg- 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-gg-
it ain’t no motherf-ckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
hu n-gg- 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-gg-s 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-gg-

- tru lyrics

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