Haha

Master P

Silkk in this bitch

This is how we be doin' it in the hood like G's (In the hood, ****)

The fiends be marchin' through my hood, hoorah, hoorah

The fiends be marchin' through my hood

It's 1990-scrilla, bitch, I'm up to no good

And we all gon' break some bread (Ghetto cheese)

By sellin' the motherfuckin' lemonade

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna make some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

Change the date on your Rolex if you a timer

Versace and Louis, ****, that's my designer

Stone Age slangin', Space Age hustlin'

Sendin' fiends to the moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin'

Ayy, I gotta know, y'all must be off some dumb shit

'Cause me and P run this, 12 o'clock, countin' up hundreds

In a clock crackhouse, ****, back out the back route

I stack strip 'til I trip, pop a clip when I smash out

Puttin' in work for some Pamper money

Sellin' fiends them gummies, mouth full of fifties and hundreds

But I ain't stoppin' 'til I fall on my knees

And be up the next day with ghetto cheese

Servin' fiends them double-ups and bubble-ups

And meet me at the front of the block, ****, to get some bubble-up

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

Pullin' all-nighters

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

I flip D like a light switch

Game short like a spike, bitch

You ain't got my money and my dope? Everybody go tonight, bitch

I gotta be cobra like a snake

'Cause **** these days'll player hate

But I keeps that 9 by my waistline

And be quick to dump 'em in you like Pippen from the baseline

Fuck, I ain't askin' for shit

I'ma make mine, I gotta take mine

And have OZs like the wizard, cut kis like some scissors

Cold like a blizzard, slimy like a lizard

'Cause fuck it, I'ma dump 'em and then I'ma stomp you

You fucks around with my money and now you're runnin'

But I be dumpin', **** frontin' for my yayo

For sale, plenty took his time for 'bout my ghetto cheese, ****, I'm 'bout my mail

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

Takin' penitentiary chances, but fuck the warden

****, your son need a new pair of Jordans

You see the shit a hustler go through

Oh, yeah, pick me up that DKNY purse, boo

The ghetto pharmacist, I'm on the grind

Open like 7-Eleven, 24-7 times

Makin' scrilla, scratch, tack, and paper

Thirty-six OZs into one key for paper

Would you kill for me?

If that was my dope they took from you

And would you steal for me?

If a **** tried to steal from you

I be 'bout whatever

We be the Bonnie and Clyde, done came up together

You be draped in gold, I be ridin' a Rolls

You be in a BMW, that's how we roll, huh

Side by side, hoorah

Down for whatever, did it from the Southside

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck minimum wage

Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid

Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck minimum wage

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

I got the day shift, I got the night shift

Haha, pullin' all-nighters, ****

It ain't no motherfuckin' limit to this hustlin' we be doin', huh

**** be hustlin'

24-7, three hundred sixty-five days in a motherfuckin' year, huh

Motherfuckers

Fiends, they be doin' shit 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 them bitches

Space Age hustlin', haha

The fiends be marchin' through my hood, hoorah, hoorah

The fiends be marchin' through my hood

I be makin' this ghetto cheese, hahaha

Out of motherfuckin' green wood

Recognize, players for life

All about that cabbage and cornbread

Turnin' fifteens into a dizz-ollar

That's ghetto cheese, ****