Skull Duggery

Skull Duggery - If It Don't Make $$$... lyrics

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(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 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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