Artist: Brooklyn Zu f/ Captain Midnight, Shyheim Album: Chamber #9, Verse 32 Song: Get That Cheese Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: 12 O'Clock] Yo what's up Zoo Keeper, Shorty Shitstain, Merdoc Captain Midnight you know, Yeah Brooklyn Zu/Blues Brothers on this La the Darkman, What's up Prodigal Sunn, Buddha Monk what's up [Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock] Lets get that bread, Lets get that gwap Lets cash them checks, Lets cop them drops Look all them diamonds that sit on your watch And them pretty ass girls that sit on your yacht [12 O'Clock] You could tell that I'm fly by the name on the pants I get gwap little homey, I could smoke your advance Show you what it's like to take a trip to France And get picked up, Scooped in a Mercedes van (Rich chick) This Russian chick, She live in Japan She got a rock on her finger as big as her hand Throws me the keys to the lamb, Then scram Now I'm back to the state, Tell em wash your space Cop a mansion out there like the dude Bill Gates (That's right) Respect that Brooklyn Zu joint you know This is Dirt's shit, It got to be about cash money now homey Give me that money, Don't play with me [Chorus] [Captain Midnight] Outta Lucci, Who me, Dude please I move the blues for the blue cheese You petty hustlers should honor me When it comes to work I'm like a good economy It's Cap and 12 O' Clock In a drop on the way to the yacht We bout our paper and gwap Fuck what you heard, The hustle game's ruthless I move the blue magic but call it Frank Lucas I'm good with weight, I move it state to state I can't fit my jeans on I'm full my cake Got the limo outside, It's white and stretched But I gotta slide, I got a flight to catch [Chorus] [Shyheim] Cheese, Money-Money, The cash I need the loot So I'm on the stoup got Brooklyn Zu on the roof The binoculars zoomed, Overlookin my moves Ready to shoot a cop car in hot pursuit I buy happiness, Saw a kid with a brand new gun That's the happiest, I think he's come up for my stacks of Benjamin's Bottom Up syndicate, Body you dah-din-duh-dins Gotta kill us we won't tell what the mission is Fuck them circumstances, We aint given up answers We takin chances, Yellin our anthem Put em in a sleeping bag 12 and camp em Grab the bag, Duffle bag by the handle and scramble