| Ha hah
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| Master P
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| Silkk in this bitch
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| This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs (In the hood, nigga)
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood
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| It’s nineteen ninety scrilla bitch, I’m up to no good
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| And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
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| By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
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| Versache and Louis, nigga that’s my designer
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| Stone age slangin, space age hustlin
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| Sendin fiends to da moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin
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| Ya’ll oughta know, ya’ll must be off some dumb shit
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| Cuz me and P run this, 12: 00 count up hundreds
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| In a clock crack house, nigga, back out the back route
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| I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out
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| Puttin in work for some pamper money
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| Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths full of fifties and hundreds
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| But ain’t stoppin til I fall on my knees
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| And be up the next day wit ghetto cheeze
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| Servin fiends dem double-ups and bubble ups
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| And meet me at the front of the block, nigga to get some bubble up
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| Pullin all nighters, I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| I flip D like a light switch
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| Games short like a spike, bitch
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| You ain’t got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
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| I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga these days I playa hate
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| But I keeps that nine by my waistline
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| Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the bassline
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| Fuck I ain’t askin fo shit
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| I’m gonna make mine, I gots to take mine
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| And have OZs like the wizard
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| Cut keys like some scissors
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| Cold like a blizzard
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| Slimy like a lizard
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| Cause fuck it, Ima dump em
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| And then I’m a stump ya
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| Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin
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| But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo
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| For sale time fo my ghetto cheeze
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| Nigga, I’m bout my mail
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
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| I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| Takin penitentary chances but fuck the warden
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| «Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans»
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| You see the shit a hustler go through
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| «Oh yeah, pick me up a DKNY purse boo»
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| The ghetto pharmacist I’m on the grind
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| Open like 7−11, 24−7 Times
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| Makin Scrilla, Scratch, tack, and paper
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| 36 OZs into 1 key fo paper
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| «Would you kill for me»
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| If that was my dope they took from you
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| «Now would you steal for me»
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| If a nigga try to steal from you
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| I be bout whateva
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| We be da Bonnie and Clyde done came up togetha
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| You be draped in gold, I be ridin a Roles
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| You be in a BMW, That’s how we roll
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| Side by side, Hoo-ride
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| Down fo whateva, Did it from the south side
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
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| Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
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| Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
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| I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| I got the day shift
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| (Silkk) I got the night shift
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| Ha hah, pullin all nighters nigga
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| It ain’t no motherfuckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
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| Hu Nigga be hustlin
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| 24−7, 365 in a motherfuckin year
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| Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood
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| But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good
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| Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches
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| Space age hustlin huhhuh
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
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| The fiends be marchin through my hood
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| Huh I be makin this ghetto cheeze, huhhuhhuh
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| Out of motherfuckin green wood
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| Recognize, Playas fo life
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| All about the cabbage and cornbread
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| Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
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| That’s ghetto cheeze nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Cheeze , by - Tru. Song from the album Tru 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп