Lyrics to After Dollars, No Cents
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya),I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fallChorus:After Dollars, No Cents.From Shabz 2 Benz,From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,Tryna Pay Tha Rent.(x2)I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hundreds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiazborn 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry.Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha Southkeep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy isquick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz theygone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin intha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next niggata get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on mystomach see muthafuck'n TRU.Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy intha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it,& if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was borna No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, butkillaz don't talk.Chorus (x2)You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxedalbums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get uson tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on thavideo, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Representtha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. Thesestreets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo'tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we...Chorus (x2)SilkkAfter dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, putit down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I donesent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'nrags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've alwayshad bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga actlike ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit emfo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Whyain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Niggarunnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take atrip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put yabreasts 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 richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus,including weed & bitchez.It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P tado a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship& guard tha dope.Master PYou know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!!
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