After Dollars No Cents
[Master P]
Come 1 come all, true niggas ball (I told ya),
I know there's niggas out there wait'n fo' the fall
[Chorus: x2]
After Dollars, No Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Trying to Pay The Rent.
I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keys, gats for enemies,
Freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
Keep 1 up in the chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
Quick, that's why niggas watch'n niggas back, 'cause they
Gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggas game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof.
Nigga on my stomach see motherfucking true.
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in
The eye. Fuck every nigga that ain't real, 'cause we bout it,
& if I have to die 'cause a nigga gon' shout it! I was born
A No Limit Soldier from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
Albums up like keys from the South 2 Overseaz.
Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggas check billboard,
Number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggas trying to get us
On the radio, now niggas might see the P on the
Video, but a niggas still true to the gizame. Represent
The hood, & every fucking nigga that gang-bang. These
Streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo'
The homies that have made it over the hill, 'cause we
[Chorus: x2]
Silkk
After dollars, 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 motherfucking
Rags to riches, 'cause I've always had money, plus I've always
Had bitches. Young motherfuckers trying to get Mojo, nigga act
Like ya motherfuckers know, 'cause 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 the po-po's, high from a low low, take a
Trip together to the 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 riches, see money is a must,
Everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez.
It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me seeing P ta
Do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard the dope.
[Master P]
You know me, we have Silkk & P
Writer/s: KEN FRANKLIN, PERCY MILLER
