Текст песни Throw 'Em Up - Master P
[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,
I'm
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
cd's
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
I'm
a
represent
my
hood
till
I
die
And
when
I'm
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
That's
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
polo's
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
oz's
and
crack
We
killing
with
tatooes
our
guns
and
balls
The
car
with
the
tek-nine
in
my
droor
Went
from
selling
double
up's
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
What's
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
G's
which
a
hustle
for
D
Now
selling
gold
LP's,
that's
a
hustling
for
cheese
G's
don't
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
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