Master P
 Come 1 Come All  TRU niggaz ball (I told ya)
 I know there's niggaz 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  nigga 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 fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South
 keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
 quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they
 gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in
 tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga
 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.
 Nigga on my
 stomach see muthafuck'n TRU.
 Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in
 tha 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 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 niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
 Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
 albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
 Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
 number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us
 on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha
 video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
 tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga 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. Nigga ride everythang I done
 sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n
 rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always
 had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act
 like ya muthafuckaz 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. Nigga
 runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a
 trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
 breasts 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 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