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Dollars And Sense - текст песни



Dollars And Sense


(Do you have any idea who you're talkin to?)



[VERSE 1]

The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the name

But there's some niggas out there doin some fucked up things

You shot another nigga for nothin

If I'ma shoot a muthafucka I'ma shoot his ass for somethin

Asked him did he have some money, he said no

He said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoe

The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for it

So you killed him and got shit to show for it

Before you was a broke muthafucka, check it

But now you'se a broke muthafucka with a murder record

Did a killin just to prove you was a down nigga

But any nigga can pull the muthafuckin trigger

If you wanted to prove you can go

You shoulda put the muthafuckin gun away and went toe to toe

But you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first

Send another nigga ridin away in a hearse

And the judge gave you life on your first offense

But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense



[VERSE 2]

I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clip

Hopin that one of these geekers don't start to trip

From down the street comes Baby G

The muthafucka always wants somethin for free

The nigga asked me to see a dime

Dig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the time

He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block

I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots

Been knowin G ever since he was a little baby

He started smokin and the muthafucka went crazy

Man, I hate it had to end that way

But fuckin with my money, G, you know I don't play

Why can't you fools just take a hint

Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense



[VERSE 3]

He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in control

Out there frontin just to impress them hoes

Talkin like he got it goin on so much

Not knowin he was settin himself up

Claimin he's the biggest on the block

Say he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocks

Big talk from a small time sucker

Got everybody watchin him, includin them undercovers

Got them white folks thinkin he's a kingpin

And they wanna send his ass to the federal pen

All that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jail

Now he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sells

But them white folks ain't even listenin, gee

To them you're just one more nigger off the street

They gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do with

And now he realize his frontin don't pay shit

Now all he can do is reminisce

Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense



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