If it Don`t Make $$$ — текст песни (Skull Dugery f 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) 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, & 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: 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