Cheese and dope

Think Egypt [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 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 start 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 900th strong, I got p'z, I got coke Ain't no credit givin' mayne you could get from round here Niggas robbing, niggas banging, niggas slangin' down here [Hook] I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope I got p'z, coke, and some killaz at tha do' Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you neeeeeeed bro, is to fuck wit yo boy [Project Pat] 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 killaz 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' wit the flies Ridin on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the paint, 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 pape's, got my foot on you snakes I'm gon squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake [Hook 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 throat, 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 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 "sip" let's go Dope fiends keep me on the map 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 trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool [Hook till end]