Project Pat - Cheese and Dope lyrics

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'mma shoot him in his ass
I'mma show 'em who the boss
When you niggas gonna learn
When you cross in this game
Then yo 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 scald ya with
Pistol slapped cross mouth
Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out
Mane you now whats 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 killas at tha 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 dog
It's da low sellin' me babbage weed but you
Want the purest snow
I'ma go, I'mma 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, yeain't know
Cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on yo ass
Shoot right between the eyes
You be stankin' with the flies
While I'm ridin on chrome, wit' yo bitch
Smokin' dro fucking all in yo home
While ya 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'm gon 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 killas at tha 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's, coke, and some killas at tha 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 tech
Out tha Escalade (caddilac)
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 Paulie Musson
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
Playaz 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 Slip
Let's go dope fiends keep me up with
Them and my pockets swole eyes red as hell
Cuz I ain't had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball
So that I could stay on my feet
Treat any bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trustin' hoes in this
Game, you'se a damn fool, boy

I got cheese, hoes
And a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killas at tha do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy