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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, nigg*)
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 motherfkin lemonade
Chorus:(Master P,Silkk Da Shocker)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck makin minimum wage
Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigg* 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 s**t
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigg*, 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, nigg* to get some bubble up
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck 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, fck 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 nigg* 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
fk I ain't askin fo s**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 fk it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya fks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, nigg*, frontin fo my yayo
For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze
nigg*, I'm bout my mail
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck 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 fk the warden
"nigg*, yo son need a new pair of Jordans"
You see the s**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 nigg* 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, fck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fck 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 nigg*
It ain't no motherfkin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu nigg* be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherfkin year
Ha Mothafkers, Fiends They be doin s**t like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem girls
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 motherfkin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
That's ghetto cheeze nigg*