After Dollars, No Cents lyrics

by

Fiend


[Intro]
Come one, come all, TRU n*ggas ball (I told ya)
I know there's n*ggas out there waitin' fo' tha fall

[Hook]
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay tha rent
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
n*gga, tryna pay tha rent

[Verse 1]
I'm a hustla, balla, n*gga G's, cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze, hundred degrees
Kill, robbery; soldiers, born to ride
Killers, born 2 die; mommas, born to cry
Wild like the lone f*ckin' ranger
n*ggas from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows when ya enemy is quick
That's why n*ggas watch a n*gga's back, 'cause they gone off that powder, sh*t
Cane, n*ggas game, heroin in the vain, f*ckin' with there brains
Who the next n*gga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n*gga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
n*gga on my stomach see, muthaf*ckin', TRU
Soldier 'til I die, f*ck it I won't cry
Look my enemy in the eye
f*ck every n*gga that ain't real 'cause we 'bout it
And if I have to die 'cause a n*gga gon' shout it
I was born a No Limit soldier, from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers don't talk
[Hook]
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay tha rent
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay tha rent

[Verse 2]
You no Kriss, I'm Kross, y'all ran, we walked
No Limit n*ggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds and balls
Blowin' tapes up in flames, like weed
Got boxed albums up like ki's from the south to overseas
n*gga's independent and rowdy
n*ggas check billboard - number one and 'bout It
That's why n*ggas tryna get us on the radio
Now n*ggas might see the P on the video
But a n*gga's still true to the gizame
Represent the hood, and every f*ckin' n*gga that gang-bang
These streets is so real, fool guard ya grill
Smoke 1 fo' the homies that have made it over the hill, 'cause we...

[Hook]
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay tha rent
After dollars, no cents
From shabs to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay tha rent
[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
After dollars, no cents, we representin', No Limit
Put it down, Rolex, presidential
n*gga ride everything I done sent you
n*gga, I went from riches to riches
Not muthaf*ckin' rags to riches
'Cause I always had money
Plus I always had b*tches
Young muthaf*cker tryna get mo' dough
n*gga, act like ya muthaf*ckers know
I pull a heist 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, and mo mo's
n*gga, runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low
Take a trip together to Acapulco. But show those, put ya
Breasts right up under my polo's, n*gga strapped with a 44'
And I'm solo. To try testin' the best nut and 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 and b*tches

It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me, C and P to do a show
Act like y'all know
Ghetto millionaire
Ship and guard the dope

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