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letra de tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents - master p

[intro]
the ice cream man is coming!
the ice cream man is coming!

[chorus]
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent

[master p]
see it’s a f-cked up life that i’m livin’ in
hit that slang cola cause i didn’t have no dividends
my baby mama stressin’ she don’t want me to 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
think to myself, one, should i leave?
two, say f-ck em’ and continue, hit my weed?
i guess i’m a g about my scrilla cause they dashin’
fools know that p is quick to put em’ in the casket
the game got me stressin’ but the p ain’t gon’ stress out
even though the task just raided a n-gg-‘s house
took a loss in the game tryin’ to bubble up
find the p deep in the grind slangin’ the dope fiend’s double ups
and pretty soon i’ll be back to a whole thang
and if i had to do it again i’d probably do the same thang

[black c of rbl posse]
man it ain’t nothin’ but a thang to let yo nuts hang
cause in this game a million n-gg-s striving for the same thang
i know it be like on, on my block
n-gg-s must be on the cell while another on the short stop
it won’t stop and it won’t quit
tell me another quick way for a n-gg- to check a grip, sh-t
i’m kinda in a rush, it’s kinda like a must
to get some ‘in god we trust’

[mr. cee of rbl posse]
bein’ broke sure ain’t no joke
cause i barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
and n-gg-s be spendin’ money like record
so i moved from mike chester to girbaud pocket, check it
’cause unless a n-gg-‘s out there singin’ ‘shoop’
or playin’ hoops, he ain’t gon’ never see no signs of no quick loot
dank costs ten and the drank costs five
so i gots to have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, b-tch

[master p]
gold fronts in my mouth, h-lla dope and got my bags tight
b-tches on my d-ck 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 h-lla loads
vanilla, stawberry, cherry b-tch i even got rocky road
take yo pick, i know you dope fiends wanna lick
but that’s gon’ cost you twenty bones, case you hoes want a 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 a cone
and if you ain’t spendin’ bring yo broke -ss home
gold ones on my vehicle, fools they can’t see me though
tens for twenty (n-gg- that’s plenty) meet me at the liquor store
fiends want credit but cha’ know i can’t fade ya
and when you get yo’ cash together call me on my pager
i’m stressin’ off the game, i barely get sleep
i just had to bury my little partner last week
in and out of alleys gettin’ chased by the 5-0
i gotta get my hustle on, my way of survival
and if i get caught i got played
but i ain’t goin’ out without two stones to the head

[chorus]
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
how come when i was broke you wasn’t brown nosin’?
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent

[outro]
i got candy
the ice cream mayne
holdin’ them thangs in my hand
’cause i’m the ice cream man

[chorus]
tryin’ to make a dollar out of fifteen cent

- master p

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