[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