[Hook x3]
Tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
How come when I was down you wasn`t brown nosin`
[Master P]
See it`s a fucked up life that I`m livin` in
I slang cola cause I didn`t have no dividends
My baby mama stressin` she don`t wanna slang dope
The ghetto`s tryin` to kill me which way should I go
Now I`m on the corner takin` penitentiary chances
Even though there`s marks on my turf that can`t stand me
I think to myself, when should I leave
Too say fuck em` nigga till ya hit my weed
I guess I`m a G about my scrilla cause they bashin`
Crews know that P is quick to put em` in that casket
The game got me streesin` but the game gon` stress out
Even though the task just raid a nigga`s house
Took a loss in the game tryin` to bubble up
Find the P deep in the grind slangin` dope fiends double ups
And pretty soon I`ll be back to a whole thing
If I had to do it again I`d probably do the same thing
[Hook x3]
[RBL]
Man it ain`t nothin` but a thang to let ya nuts hang
Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
I know it be like on, on my block
Niggas must be on the cell while another`s on the short stop
It won`t stop and it won`t quit
Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
I`m kind of in a rush, it`s kind of like a must
To get some, in God we trust
Bein` broke sure ain`t no joke
I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
Niggas be spendin` money like records
So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
No playin` hoops, he ain`t gon` never see no signs or no quick loot
Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch
[Hook x3]
[Master P]
Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
But I ain`t trippin` off no hoochies with no lil` skirt
I`d rather deal with them turks, puttin` in work
They caught up in some dirt
Cause I`m the Ice Cream Man droppin` off hella loads
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
But that`s gon` cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don`t go for free
It`s a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
And if you ain`t spendin` bring yo broke ass on
Golds on my vehicle, fools they can`t see me though
Tens for twenty, that`s plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but cha` know I can`t fade ya
When you get cha` cash together call me on my pager
I`m stressin` off the game, I barely gets sleep
I just had to bail my lil` partner last week
In and out of aves gettin` chased by the 5-0
Gettin` my hustle on, a way of survival
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain`t goin` out without two stones to the head
[Hook to end]
