[Intro: Master P]
Haha
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doin' it in the hood like G's (In the hood, nigga)
The fiends be marchin' through my hood, hoorah, hoorah
The fiends be marchin' through my hood
It's 1990-scrilla, bitch, I'm up to no good
And we all gon' break some bread (Ghetto cheese)
By sellin' the motherfuckin' lemonade
[Chorus: Master P]
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna make some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
[Verse 1: Master P & Silkk the Shocker]
Change the date on your Rolex if you a timer
Versace and Louis, nigga, that's my designer
Stone Age slangin', Space Age hustlin'
Sendin' fiends to the moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin'
Ayy, I gotta know, y'all must be off some dumb shit
'Cause me and P run this, 12 o'clock, countin' up hundreds
In a clock crackhouse, nigga, back out the back route
I stack strip 'til I trip, pop a clip when I smash out
Puttin' in work for some Pamper money
Sellin' fiends them gummies, mouth full of fifties and hundreds
But I ain't stoppin' 'til I fall on my knees
And be up the next day with ghetto cheese
Servin' fiends them double-ups and bubble-ups
And meet me at the front of the block, nigga, to get some bubble-up
[Chorus: Master P & Silkk the Shocker]
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
Pullin' all-nighters
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
[Verse 2: Silkk the Shocker]
I flip D like a light switch
Game short like a spike, bitch
You ain't got my money and my dope? Everybody go tonight, bitch
I gotta be cobra like a snake
'Cause niggas these days'll player hate
But I keeps that 9 by my waistline
And be quick to dump 'em in you like Pippen from the baseline
Fuck, I ain't askin' for shit
I'ma make mine, I gotta take mine
And have OZs like the wizard, cut kis like some scissors
Cold like a blizzard, slimy like a lizard
'Cause fuck it, I'ma dump 'em and then I'ma stomp you
You fucks around with my money and now you're runnin'
But I be dumpin', nigga frontin' for my yayo
For sale, plenty took his time for 'bout my ghetto cheese, nigga, I'm 'bout my mail
[Chorus: Master P & Silkk the Shocker]
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck makin' minimum wage
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
[Verse 3: Master P]
Takin' penitentiary chances, but fuck the warden
Nigga, your son need a new pair of Jordans
You see the shit a hustler go through
Oh, yeah, pick me up that DKNY purse, boo
The ghetto pharmacist, I'm on the grind
Open like 7-Eleven, 24-7 times
Makin' scrilla, scratch, tack, and paper
Thirty-six OZs into one key for paper
Would you kill for me?
If that was my dope they took from you
And would you steal for me?
If a nigga tried to steal from you
I be 'bout whatever
We be the Bonnie and Clyde, done came up together
You be draped in gold, I be ridin' a Rolls
You be in a BMW, that's how we roll, huh
Side by side, hoorah
Down for whatever, did it from the Southside
[Chorus: Master P & Silkk the Shocker]
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck minimum wage
Every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tryna get some ghetto cheese, fuck minimum wage
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
I got the day shift, I got the night shift
[Outro: Master P]
Haha, pullin' all-nighters, nigga
It ain't no motherfuckin' limit to this hustlin' we be doin', huh
Nigga be hustlin'
24-7, three hundred sixty-five days in a motherfuckin' year, huh
Motherfuckers
Fiends, they be doin' shit like this
The fiends be marchin' through my hood, hoorah, hoorah
The fiends be marchin' through my hood
But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good, huh
Slangin' stones to them bitches
Space Age hustlin', haha
The fiends be marchin' through my hood, hoorah, hoorah
The fiends be marchin' through my hood
I be makin' this ghetto cheese, hahaha
Out of motherfuckin' green wood
Recognize, players for life
All about that cabbage and cornbread
Turnin' fifteens into a dizz-ollar
That's ghetto cheese, nigga