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THE LYRIC OF THROW EM UP , MASTER P'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Throw Em Up, Master P's song

[Chorus: Master P (4X)] Throw em up if you a soldier if you dodging these niggasthese bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelveI m on the grind Punching your code if you want these nicklesquarters 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 mother er talkin shit and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic ing slangshots I went from halvesto hoes with weed to working water From selling gramsto mother in quarters From quarter keysto really tapes and cd s Not every nigga in the hood knows me Uhhhhhhbut getting rowdy Stayin TRU to the gameand still bout it bout it Chorus I m a represent my hood till I die And when I m gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third wardcalliopenigga Master P A ghetto niggalive and made history Aint no muggingjust thugs with me Aint no huggingaint 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 gatorsjaboes and polo s So watch your back when you hustling crack Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back UhI seen alot of moviesbut is real And only cars get brand new grills Chorus [Kane & Abel] Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip niggas like flapjackswith 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 andjack and gun clapping and rapping Watch me smoke my little weedgot my drink and bud What s up to all the slangersthe bangersbloods and cuz I was a soldierI still remain a soldier I m cold broeven sold my mamma a boulder 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 sthat s a hustling for cheese G s don t give a till the world blow up Game overKane and Abelno limit soldiers [Master P] No Limit soldiersI thought I told ya! Chorus

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