[Project pat]

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 cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs
N***a stiff me for a bag, ima shoot em in his a**
Ima show em who the boss, when you ni***z gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo a** 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
Take the rules of this s**t, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you rob us, don't go rob the robber
Boy I'm gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth
Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out
Mane you now what's goin you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th strong, I got ps, I got coke
Aint no credit give mane you could get from round here
N****s robbing, n****s banging n****s slangin down here

[Chorus:]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of f*****g dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo
Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What you neeeeeeed brah, is to f**k wit yo boy

[Project pat]
Quarter bird what's the word? For you dog, it's da low
Sellinme babbage weed but you want the purest snow
Ima go, ima pull, me a rabbit out a hat
Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some s**t
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on yo a**, shoot you right between the eyes,
You be stankin wit the flies
Walking around on chrome, wit yo b***h, smokin dro
While I'm riding on chrome, wit yo b***h, smoking dro
F*****g all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips,
She be sucking on my d**k, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max,

I'm just out here stating facts
Trying to stack me some papes, got my foot on you snakes
I'm gon squeeze on some lead for you n****s that are fake

[Chorus 2x]

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 dog, 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
N***a said he'd 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 they got the fear
Knowing it aint all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling sip lets go
Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole
Eyes red a** hell, cuz I aint had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that you, could stay on my feet
Tricks in this b***h, just as same as a n***a too
If you trusting hoes in this game, youse a dammn fool...

[Chorus till end]
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Cheese & Dope Lyrics

Project Pat – Cheese & Dope Lyrics