Throw 'Em Up

[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

ain't no mugging, just thugs with me

ain't no hugging, ain't 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 ain't no coming back

Uh, I seen a lot 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