Dedicate, dedicate   This one right here, goes out   To my homie with the drink, na mean      He said, ?I write what I see   Write to make it right, don't like where I be?   I'd like to make it light the sights on TV   Quite the great life, so nice and easy      See, now you can still die from that   But it's better than not being alive from straps   Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click   When it's pushed in a whack ass beat      That's a track that's weak, that he got last week   'Cause everybody in the store's like that's that heat   A bass heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's   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, writer's block impedes      Cryin' from the next room, a baby in need   Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep   That, plus a black Cadillac on D's   Is what keep 'em on track to be a great Emcee, yea      One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me   One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life      Reps North side so he rocks them braids   Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page   Stack That Cheese got seven hundred plays   Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay      Open mic champ two weeks in a row   Ex-D Boy with a B-Boy flow   Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go   Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row      Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage   Minute Maid, got his momma workin' like a slave   Down baby momma, who he really had to honor   'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda      To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs   Let him keep a debit card, so he could put gas in it   Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria   Buy everythin' but the mannequins, ya dig      One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me   One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life      His man called said, ?Ya time might be now?   They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down?   They played it two times say it might be crowned   As the best thing out the H-Town in a while      He picked up his son with a great big smile   Rapped every single word to the new born child   Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen   And put on another beat and got back to the mission of      Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods   Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should   Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' ya   Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case      Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool   Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool   Man it feels good when it happens like that   Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir      One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me   One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life      One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me   One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the   Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life      Hip-hop, you saved my life   Hip-hop, you saved my life   Hip-hop, you saved my life