Tryin’ to Make a Dollar Out of 15 Cents Master P (Ft. RBL Posse)

[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 fucked 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 fuck 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 nigga'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