Master P - Throw Em Up Lyrics
[master p]Chorus x4Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these *****es andThe rollersThe clock hits twelve, Im on the grindPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimesI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windyAnd I got more sealers than jc penniesThrow it up if you a soldierBut if you a punk mother*****er talkin shit and working with the rollersYou better duck down quick when the tank popsCause we be slanging automatic *****ing slangshotsI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working waterFrom selling grams, to mother*****in quartersFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cdsNot every nigga in the hood knows meUhhhhhh, but getting rowdyStayin tru to the game, and still bout it bout itChorus x4Im a represent my hood till I dieAnd when Im gone put it on the blimp and let it rideThird ward, calliope, nigga master pA ghetto nigga, live and made historyAint no mugging, just thugs with meAint no hugging, aint no loving pThese ghetto heroes is dead and goneThats why niggas in the ghetto live like al caponeI be breaking niggas like ice in icelandCrushing niggas like sevens in dice gamesNickel plated meters knocking down doorsWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polosSo watch your back when you hustling crackCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming backUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is realAnd only cars get brand new grillsChorus x4[kane & abel]Automatic gats for combat what we packFlip niggas like flapjacks, with ozs and crackWe killing with tatooes our guns and ballsThe car with the tek-nine in my droorWent from selling double ups to going double platimumFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rappingWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and budWhats up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuzI was a soldier, I still remain a soldierA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl aDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshiaQuarter keys with five gs which a hustle for dNow selling gold lps, thats a hustling for cheeseGs dont give a ***** till the world blow upGame over, kane and abel, no limit soldiers[master p]No limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!Chorus 4x
