Master P, Kane, Abel - Throw Em Up lyrics

Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers

The clock hit's twelve, I'm on the grind
Punch in your code if you want these nickles
Quarters and dimes i got the ghetto sewed up
Like McDonald's and Wendy's
And I got more sales than JC Penney's
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
Now every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin true to the game
And still bout it bout it

Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers

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
Ain't no mugging, just thugs with me
Ain't no hugging, ain't no love in 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 ninas knocking down doors
With hoes and gators, Girbauds and Polos
So watch your back when you hustling crack
Cause jackers take your life away
And ain't no coming back
Uh, I seen alot of movies
But this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills

Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers

Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip niggas like flapjacks, or oz's and crack
We killing with tattoos, our guns, and balls
Dick hard with the tech-nine in my draws
Went from selling double up's
To going double platimum
From 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
I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder
Down a fifth of hennessy and
Blow a bag of doja
Quarter keys with five G's was
A hustle for me now selling gold LP's
That's a hustle for cheese
G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these niggas
These bitches and the rollers