Kane - Throw Em Up lyrics

[Chorus: Master P (4X)] Throw em up if you a soldier If you dodging these n***as, these b**hes and the rollers 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**er talkin sh** and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic f**ing slangshots I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water From selling grams, to motherf**in quarters From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's Now every n***a in the hood knows me Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy Stayin true to the game, and 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 ward, calliope, n***a Master P A ghetto n***a, 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***as in the ghetto live like Al Capone I be breaking n***as like ice in Iceland Crushing n***as 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** is real And only cars get brand new grills Chorus [Kane & Abel] Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip n***as like flapjacks, or oz's and crack We k**ing 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 f** till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers [Master P] No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! Chorus