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• Ghetto Cheese - TRU
• Ghetto Cheeze - TRU
• Goody2woshoez - Bluesuedeguy

Intro:(Master P)
Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood, nigga)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch, I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
Chorus:(Master P,Silkk Da Shocker)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigga 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 shit
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigga, 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, nigga to get some bubble up
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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, Fuck 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, bitch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga 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
Fuck I ain't askin fo shit
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 fuck it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo
For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze
Nigga, I'm bout my mail
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 fuck the warden
";Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans";
You see the shit 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 nigga 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, Fuck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 nigga
It ain't no motherfuckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu Nigga be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year
Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches
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 motherfuckin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
That's ghetto cheeze nigga

[Intro: Master P]
Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood, nigga)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch, I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
[Chorus: Master P,Silkk Da Shocker]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
[Verse 1: Master P, Silkk Da Shocker]
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigga 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 shit
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigga, 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, nigga to get some bubble up
[Chorus: Master P]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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, Fuck 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, bitch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga 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
Fuck I ain't askin fo shit
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 fuck it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo
For sale [??] time fo my ghetto cheeze
Nigga, I'm bout my mail
[Chorus: Master P]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 fuck the warden
"Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans"
You see the shit 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 nigga 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, Fuck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 nigga
It ain't no motherfuckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu Nigga be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year
Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches
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 motherfuckin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla

Everybody wants to know your name
Whacha do, where you live and sleep
Where you make other people feed
On the rubbish that you teach
You love to be number one
But when all is said and done
You still have lonely nights and days
In so many different ways
What's the problem with people like you
Who push and shove but don't say I'm coming through
To help both me and you
What's the problem with people like you
You're always getting mad at everything we say and do
All of this is nothing new
Goody two shoes
Whacha gonna say when
You lose all the power, ruin all the fame and
Ask for some assistance from your friends but your rejected
Applying for the benefit but you won't be accepted
Makin' out your fine but we know that your barely breathing
Business is so bad that all your so-called friends are leaving
Your child is just a kid, yeah
Everybody sees you breaking down like your wife's creeping
I found love, and that's what keeps me strong
It's a story I can tell
And I know so very well
Superstar turned fail-to-sell
Record label's gonna drop ya
Now you wanna blame the fans
Everyhting in the live band
You can't sing to save your life
Go ahead and have some strife
What's the problem with people like you
Who push and shove but don't say I'm coming through
To help both me and you
What's the problem with people like you
You're always getting mad at everything we say and do
All of this is nothing new
Goody two shoes
Whacha gonna say when
You lose all the power, ruin all the fame and
Ask for some assistance from your friends but your rejected
Applying for the benefit but you won't be accepted
Makin' out your fine but we know that your barely breathing
Business is so bad that all your so-called friends are leaving
Your child is just a kid, yeah
Everybody sees you breaking down like your wife's creeping
I found love, and that's what keeps me strong
I now know, that you participate in the wrong, in the wrong
Goody two shoes
Whacha gonna say when
You lose all the power, ruin all the fame and
Ask for some assistance from your friends but your rejected
Applying for the benefit but you won't be accepted
Makin' out your fine
Oh, oh, yeah
Your child is just a kid, yeah
Oh, oh
Goody two shoes
Whacha gonna say when
You lose all the power, ruin all the fame and
Ask for some assistance from your friends but your rejected
Applying for the benefit but you won't be accepted
Makin' out your fine
Oh, oh, yeah
Your child is just a kid, yeah
Oh, oh
I found love, and that's what keeps me strong