Intro:(master p)
Ha hah
Master p
Silkk in this b**h
This is how we be doing in the hood like gs(in the hood, n***a)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (hoorah, hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla b**h, i'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (ghetto cheeze)
By selling the motherf**in lemonade
Chorus:(master p,silkk da shocker)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** makin minimum wage
Verse 1: (master p, silkk da shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and louis, n***a 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**
Cuz me and p run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, n***a, 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***a to get some bubble up
Chorus: (master p)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** 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** 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**h
You ain't got my money i might go, everybody go tonight b**h
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz n***a these days i playa hate
But i keeps that nine by my waistline
Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the ba**line
f** i ain't askin fo sh**
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** it, ima dump em
And then i'm a stump ya
Ya f**s around wit my money and now your runnin
But i be dumpin, n***a, frontin fo my yayo
For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze
n***a, i'm bout my mail
Chorus: (master p)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** 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** the warden
"n***a, yo son need a new pair of jordans"
You see the sh** 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 k** for me"
If that was my dope they took from you
"now would you steal for me"
If a n***a 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** minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, f** 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***a
It ain't no motherf**in limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu n***a be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherf**in year
Ha mothaf**ers, fiends they be doin sh** like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (hoorah, hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But n***as like me and silkk up to no good
Huh, slangin stones to dem b**hes
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**in green wood
Recognize, playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
That's ghetto cheeze n***a