Various Artists - After Dollars No Cents lyrics

Master P Come 1 Come All, TRU n***as ball (I told ya) I know there's n***as 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, n***a gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund Reds of greens. k**, robbery soldiaz Born 2 ride, k**az born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry Wild like tha lone f**'n ranger, n***as from tha South Keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is Quick, that's why n***as watch'n n***as back, cuz they Gone off that pila sh**. Cane, n***as game, h**n in Tha vain, f**'n with there brains. Who tha next n***a 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. n***a on my Stomach see muthaf**'n TRU Soldia till I die, f** it I won't cry, look my enemy in Tha eye. Fuuck every n***a that ain't real, cuz we bout it & if I have to die cuz a n***a gon' shout it! I was born A No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but k**az don't talk Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked No Limit n***as 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 n***a, Independent & Rowdy, n***as check billboard Number 1 & Bout It. That's why n***as tryna get us On tha radio, now n***as might see tha P on tha Video, but a n***as still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent Tha hood, & every f**'n n***a 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. n***a ride everythang I done Sent u. n***a, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthaf**'n Rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always Had b**hes. Young muthaf**az tryna get Mojo, n***a act Like ya muthaf**az 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. n***a 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, n***a 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 & b**hez 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!!!