He said, I write what I seeWrite to make it right, don\'t like what I beI like to make it like the sights on TVQuite the great life so nice and easy,See, now you can still die from thatBut it\'s better than not being alive from straps.Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click when its pushed and a whack ass beat.That\'s a track thats weak that he got last week\'Cause everybody in the studio\'s like that\'s that heatA bass-heavy medley with a sample from the 70s with a screwed up hook that went \"Stack that cheese\"Somethin somethin somethin \"Stack that cheese\"Mother sister cousin \"Stack that cheese\"He couldn\'t think of nothin\' \"Stack that cheese\"He turns down the beat, writter\'s block impedesCryin\' from the next room a baby in need of some pampers and some food and a place to sleepThat plus a black Cadillac on D\'sIs what keeps him on track to be a great emcee.Yeah.Chrous\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHip Hop just saved me\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHip Hop just saved my life\n\nReps North side so he rocks them braids\nEleven-hundred friends on his Myspace page\n\"Stack that cheese\" got seven-hundred plays\nProducer made him take it down, said he had to pay\nOpen mic champ 2 weeks in a row\nEx D boy with a B Boy flow\nGlow like LeRoy you should see boy go\nGot a daddy servin\' life and a brother on the \'row\nBest homie in the grave, tatted up in the cage\nMinuteMaid got his momma workin like a slave\nDowned baby momma who he really had to honour\nCause she was his biggest fan even let him use her Honda\nTo drive up to Dallas went to open up for amatuers\nLet him keep her debit card so he could put gas in it\nTold her when he get on he gon\' take her to the galleria\nBuy her everything but the manicans, ya dig\n\nChrous\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHip Hop just saved me\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHip Hop just saved my life\n\nHis man called said your time might be now\nThey played your freestyle over \"Whipe me down\"\nThey played it 2 times, said it might be crowned\nAs the best thing out the H-Town in a while\nHe picked up his son with a great big smile\nRapped every single word to the new born child\nThen he put him down and got back to thekitchen\nPut on another beat and got back to the mission\nTo get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods\nKeep his lady lookin\' good, have her rollin\' like she should\nShow his homies there\'s a way, other than that flippin\' yay\'\nBail his homie out of jail, get a lawyer on his case\nThrow aconcert for the school, show the soldiers that its cool\nThrow some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool\nNow it feels good when it happens like that\n2 days from goin\' back to sellin\' crack, yessir\n\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHipHop just saved me\nOne you never heard of I,\nPush it hard to further the\nGrind, I feel like murder but,\nHip Hop just saved my life (x2)\n\n*Hip Hop just saved my life pop