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If It Dont Make $$$... - текст песни



If It Don't Make $$$...


(feat. Fiend, Master P)




[Master P & (Skull) talking:]


Whut's up Skull Duggery boy (whut's up P dawg) let's go head & break


This bread(No Limit style) Skull, Fiend, & me(No Limit) Ughh




[Chorus: Master P (Skull)]


If it don't make dollas (then it don't make sense) [x8]




[Fiend]


I hit tha block befo everybody grabbin my work & can't forget tha shotty


Gotta feed that little girl right here on her potty


An if it takes all day, I mean all day to make some long pay


To feed my people gettin' it all tha wrong way


Tha song (Texts of songs ) say tha world is a ghetto, got proof that it's true


Where in tha hell tha placin' hoodlums like me & you


Boy look rents due & I ain't about to vacate my premises


If I gotta consider meetin' nememis


My business wit this, it'll fix all tha levels in tha hood


Sometimes tha truth is that life ain't all good


But it's understood that Fiend gon' be strong no matter what


Hoodlum or thugged up, soldiers keep yo heads up




[Chorus: x8]




[Master P]


Ugh - his ghetto got me crazy


Cause I'm an unemployed black male wit a baby


Lord forgive me for grindin'


But I'm tired of bein' broke plus my baby at home cryin'


omma need milk, cheese, pampers, & butter


Plus I gotta send twenty to my big brother


Doin' fed time on a bum case


Court appointed lawyer, so tha system took my brother away


Some change, I'm still tha same


We only hustle cause we out here tryna maintain


Ghetto life got me trippin'


But I gotta pack a heater cause somebody caught my homie slippin'


An momma pray that I don't lose my life to sin


Daddy ain't homie so I'm out here tryna pay tha rent




[Chorus: x8]




[Skull]


I'm hustlin' in tha street to maintain in tha game


All tha struggle & tha pain is drivin' me insane


I sat back & wonder why


If we have a choice, why we always choose to die


Black man get shot now it's second line


Bumpin' up tha street while his homie's doin' time


You know how it's gonna go now yo momma cryin'


Because a brother like me made a choice to try


Arm robbery, murder, see somebody had to do it


Because you know tha strugglin' it drove him to it


My baby can't eat, she need pampers G


It got me hustlin' on tha streets seven days a week




[Chorus: x8]



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