Chords for Project Pat - Cheese And Dope

[Gm] I been slayin' on this day, prayin' that I don't get cut
By these police makin' days, jumpin' out and checkin' us
Cuttin' balls, diamond guns, babies weed is in my lungs
Niggas get me for a bag, I'ma shoot [D] him in his [Gm] ass
I'ma show him who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
When you cross in this game, bend your ass
So get burned with my turn, all my signs
Rock a rock for the dime, takin' fair chance
Got [Dm] the chance, but [D] I got the [Gm] dance
Put the rules to this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you robbers, don't know about the robber
Oh, I'm throwing a squad, shot with pistols, snap calls
Now reach in in your pockets and [D] take your money [Gm] out
Man, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got coke
But the 900's strong, I got peas, I got coke
Ain't no credit given, man, you can get from around here
Niggas robbin', niggas slayin', niggas [D] slayin' down here
[Am] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got fees, coke, and some killers at the door
I got weed, smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What you need to throw [A] is to fuck with your boy
[Gm] Quarter burn, what's the word for you, dawg?
It's the low, selling me, bad as weed
But you want the purest snow?
I'm a go
I'm a pour, me a rabbit out a hat
I'm some pain, Mr.
Sugar, and some killers, [D] that's what that's
[Gm] Always trying to be slick, you the stiff, it's the shit
You the broke, get your laws, you the total fuckin' flaws
With me, boy, you know, got the street, never lies
Walk right up on your ass, [D] shoot right between the eyes
[Gm] You be stankin' with the flies while I'm ridin' on the phone
With your bitch, smoke, throw fuckin' all in your phone
While you're kissin' on the lips, should be suckin' on my dick
Flip your cock on the bank, system boom as I dip
Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis, Hollywood
Representing to the next, I'm just out of state
Backs tryin' to stack, missing boots, got my foot on the streets
I'm a squeeze, bustin' dead for you niggas [D] that I fake
[Am] I got cheese hoes and a bunch of fuckin' bro
I got beads, bro, and some killers that be broke
I got weed, smoke, and a quarter ounce or broke
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
I got cheese hoes and a bunch of fuckin' broke
I got beads, bro, and some killers that be broke
I got weed, smoke, and a quarter ounce or broke
What you need, bro, is to fuck [Dm] with your boy
[Gm] Don't think about nothin' from a neck up to escalate
Once I get my cheese on the road, then I must pay
If you wanna come against me bro, bring your whole brigade
Once you shove your slice like a foe, [Dm] with a swish [D] of blade
Sippin' [Gm] on some Paulie Moussane, like some sweet Kool-Aid
Brought with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
Niggas said he'll snitch on me bro, I didn't hesitate
Brought him in the projects one day, sendin' two was great
They just wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear
Knowin' it ain't all too good, you can get it here
Wrong place at the wrong time, call it slippers gold
Those fiends keep me up with them, and my pockets full
Eyes red as hell, cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
Smell the quota balls, so that I can stay on my feet
See, any bitch just the same, that's a nigga too
If you trustin' hoes in this game, [Dm] use the damn [Am] food
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dough
I got bees, blow, and some killers at the door
I got bees, blow, and a quota, I'm so broke
But you need me bro, you still talk like [Dm] a good boy,