Master P After Dollars, No Cents Lyrics

Master P

Come 1 Come All, TRU n____z ball (I told ya),
I know there's n____z 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____ 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 f___'n ranger, n____z from tha South
keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that's why n____z watch'n n____z back, cuz they
gone off that pila s___. Cane, n____z game, heroin in
tha vain, f___'n with there brains. Who tha next n____
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____ on my
stomach see m____fuck'n TRU.
Soldia till I die, f___ it I won't cry, look my enemy in
tha eye. Fuuck every n____ that ain't real, cuz we bout it,
& if I have to die cuz a n____ 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 n____z got Ghetto Dope by pounds & b____.
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
n____, Independent & Rowdy, n____z check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That's why n____z tryna get us
on tha radio, now n____z might see tha P on tha
video, but a n____z still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
tha hood, & every f___'n n____ 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____ ride everythang I done
sent u. n____, I went from riches 2 riches, not m____fuck'n
rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always
had b____es. Young m____fuckaz tryna get Mojo, n____ act
like ya m____fuckaz 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____
runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a
trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
b______ right up under my polo's, n____ 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____ez.

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!!!