Cheese and Dope

Out here slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut

By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts

Cutting balls down to crumbs, babbage weed is in my lungs

**** stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass

I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you **** gonna learn?

When you cross in this game, then yo ass'll get burned

Wait my turn or my time, rock for rock, for the dime

Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance

To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver

How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?

Boy, I'm gonna scald ya with pistol slapped cross mouth

Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out

Mayne, you now whats goin', you got cheese, I got dope

For the 900th strong, I got p'z, I got coke

Ain't no credit givin', mayne, you could get from 'round here

**** robbin', **** bangin', **** slangin' down here

I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope

I got p'z, coke, and some killas at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need bro is to fuck wit' yo boy

(Quarter bird, what's the word?) For you, dawg, it's the low

Sellin' me babbage weed, but you want the purest snow?

I'ma go, I'ma pull me a rabbit out a hat

Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killas strapped wit' gats

Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit

You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore ya fuckin drawes

Wit' me boy, ye'ain't know? 'Cause the street never lies

Walk right up on yo ass, shoot right between the eyes

You'll be stankin' wit' the flies

Ridin on chrome, wit' yo bitch, smokin' dro

Fuckin' all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips

She'll be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the paint, system boom as I dip

Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis-Hollywood

Represent it, to the max

I'm just out here stating facts

Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes

I'm gon' squeeze off some lead for you **** that are fake

I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope

I got p'z, coke, and some killas at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need bro is to fuck wit' yo boy

I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope

I got p'z, coke, and some killas at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need bro is to fuck wit' yo boy

You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade (Cadillac)

Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid

If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade

But you shall get sliced, like a throat, with a swisher blade

Sippin' on some Paul A. Mousson, like some sweet Kool-Aid

Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate

**** said he'll snitch on me, dawg, I didn't hesitate

Caught him in the projects one day, sent him to his grave

Playas wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear

Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here

Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling Sip, let's go

Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole

Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep

Snorted a quarter ball, so that I can stay on my feet

Treat any bitch just as same as a ****, too

If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a damn fool, boy

I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope

I got p'z, coke, and some killas at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need bro is to fuck wit' yo boy, man