Master P - If it Don't Make $$$... lyrics
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) 8x [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 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:8x [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, & bu*ter 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: 8x [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:8x