[ Featuring
Masta P ]
[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 f*cking 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, f*ck'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 motherf*cking true.
Soldia till I die, f*ck it I won't cry, look my enemy in
The eye. F*ck 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 f*cking 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 motherf*cking
Rags to riches, 'cause I've always had money, plus I've always
Had bitches. Young motherf*ckers trying to get Mojo, nigga act
Like ya motherf*ckers 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
