After Dollars No Cents lyrics

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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