Intro:(Master P)



Ha hah

Master P

Silkk in this bitch

This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood nigga)



The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah Hoorah)

The fiends be marchin through my hood

It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch I'm up to no good

And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)

By selling the motherfuckin lemonade



Chorus:(Master P Silkk Da Shocker)



Everyday all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage



Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)



Change the date on your rolex if you a timer

Versache and Louis, nigga 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 shit

Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds

In a clock crack house, nigga, 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, nigga to get some bubble up



Chorus: (Master P)

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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, Fuck 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, bitch

You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch

I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga these days I playa hate

But I keeps that nine by my waistline

Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the bassline

Fuck I ain't askin fo shit

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 fuck it, Ima dump em

And then I'm a stump ya

Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin

But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo

For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze

Nigga, I'm bout my mail



Chorus: (Master P)



Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 fuck the warden

"Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans"

You see the shit 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 kill for me"

If that was my dope they took from you

"Now would you steal for me"

If a nigga 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, Fuck minimum wage

Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid

Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck 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 nigga

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

Hu Nigga be hustlin

24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year

Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this

The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)

The fiends be marchin through my hood

But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good

Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches

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 motherfuckin green wood

Recognize, Playas fo life

All about the cabbage and cornbread

Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla

That's ghetto cheeze nigga