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Song title: Master P - Throw Em Up

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[master p]
Chorus x4
Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and
The rollers

The clock hits twelve, Im on the grind
Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
And I got more sealers than jc pennies
Throw it up if you a soldier
But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cds
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin tru to the game, and still bout it bout it

Chorus x4

Im a represent my hood till I die
And when Im gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
Third ward, calliope, nigga master p
A ghetto nigga, live and made history
Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
Aint no hugging, aint no loving p
These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
Thats why niggas in the ghetto live like al capone
I be breaking niggas like ice in iceland
Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, jaboes and polos
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills

Chorus x4

[kane & abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, with ozs and crack
We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
The car with the tek-nine in my droor
Went from selling double ups to going double platimum
For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
Whats up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five gs which a hustle for d
Now selling gold lps, thats a hustling for cheese
Gs dont give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, kane and abel, no limit soldiers

[master p]
No limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

Chorus 4x