Throw Em Up lyrics

[Chorus: Master P]
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers

[Verse 1: Master P]
The clock hits 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 motherf*cker talkin sh*t and working with the rollers
You better duck down quick when the tank pops
Cause we be slanging automatic f*cking slangshots
I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
From selling grams, to motherf*ckin quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Now every n*gga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin true to the game, and still bout it bout it
[Chorus: Master P]
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers

[Verse 2: Master P]
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, n*gga Master P
A ghetto n*gga, 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 n*ggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
I be breaking n*ggas like ice in Iceland
Crushing n*ggas 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 sh*t is real
And only cars get brand new grills
[Chorus: Master P]
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers

[Verse 3: Kane & Abel]
Automatic gats for combat what we pack
Flip n*ggas like flapjacks, or oz's and crack
We killing with tattoos, our guns, and balls
di*k 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 f*ck till the world blow up
Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers
[Interlude: Master P]
No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

[Chorus: Master P]
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers
Throw em up if you a soldier
If you dodging these n*ggas, these b*tches and the rollers