After Dollars No Cents — текст песни (Master P)


Master P

Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya),
I know there`s niggaz out there wait`n fo` tha fall

Chorus:
After Dollars, No Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Tryna Pay Tha Rent.
(x2)

I`m a hustla, balla, nigga gee`z, cut keyz, gats for enemies,
freeze, hund
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz
born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry.
Wild like tha lone fuck`n ranger, niggaz from tha South
keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that`s why niggaz watch`n niggaz back, cuz they
gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in
tha vain, fuck`n with there brains. Who tha next nigga
ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2
get shot? I hope it ain`t me, so I`m strapped with a bulletproof.
Nigga on my
stomach see muthafuck`n TRU.
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won`t cry, look my enemy in
tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain`t real, cuz we bout it,
& if I have to die cuz a nigga gon` shout it! I was born
a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but
killaz don`t talk.

Chorus (x2)

You no Kris, I`m Kros, y`all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
Blow`n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That`s why niggaz tryna get us
on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha
video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
tha hood, & every fuck`n nigga that gang-bang. These
streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo`
tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we...

Chorus (x2)

Silkk

After dollarz, no cents. We represent`n No Limit, put
it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done
sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck`n
rags to riches, cuz I`ve always had money, plus I`ve always
had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act
like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em
fo` they gee`z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why
ain`t you ever know, don`t crush dimes, & mo mo`s. Nigga
runnin` from tha po-po`s, high from a low low, take a
trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
breasts right up under my polo`s, nigga strapped with a 44`
& I`m solo. To try test`n tha best nut & that`s a no no.
365 days, 24-7, I`m bout my richez, see money is a must, everything
is a plus,
including weed & bitchez.

It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo` me see`n P ta
do a show, act like y`all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard tha dope.

Master P

You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!!



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