Cheese and Dope - Project Pat

I been slangin on this green praying that I don’t get cut

by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts

Cuttin balls down to none, babbage weed is in my lungs

Niggas stiff me for a bag, I’ma shoot em in his ass

I’ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn

When you cross in this game then yo ass will get burned

When my turn?

or my time?

rock a what, for a dime

Takin’fair chance after chance, but I got to dance

Take the rules of this shit, that’s why I keep a revolver

How the hell you mobbers gonna rob the robber

Boy I’m gonna scar ya, with pistol slap cross mouth

Reachin in yo pockets, and take yo money out

When you know what’s goin', you got cheese, I got dope

For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke

ain’t no credit give mang you could get from round here

Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin’down here

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope

I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'

Hyyydro weed smokin a quarter ounce of blow

What yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy

Quarter bird what’s the word?

For you dawg it’s the low

Selling 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 killaz strapped with gats

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

You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo fuckin drawers

Nigga boy, he ain’t know, cus da street never lies

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

you be stinkin’wit the flies

Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin’dro

Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips

She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock — sixteen booms as I dip

Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood

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

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

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

You could duck from the tech out the Escalade

Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be 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 pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid

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

Niggaz sent a snitch on me dawg, I didn’t hesitate

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

Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got 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 swoll

Eyes red as hell cuz I ain’t had a lick of sleep

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

Treat any bitch just the same as a nigga too

If you trusting hoes in this game, you’se a dammn fool.