Cheese and Dope

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

By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts

Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs

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

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

When you cross in this game, then your ass will 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 start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth

Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out

Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope

For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

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

Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here

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

I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy

Quarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da 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 killers strapped wit' gats

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

You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws

With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies

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

You be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome

With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home

While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick

Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip

Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood

Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts

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

I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake

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

I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy

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

I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy

You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade

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-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid

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

Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate

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

Players 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, call it Slipper's Gold

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 could stay on my feet

Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too

If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy

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

I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'

Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow

What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men