Текст песни Master P f Kane and Abel - Throw Em Up, слова песни Master P f Kane and Abel

Текст песни Master P f Kane and Abel - Throw Em Up

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[Chorus: Master P (4X)]Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollersThe clock hits twelve, I`m on the grindPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimesI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windyAnd I got more sealers than JC PenniesThrow it up if you a soldierBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollersYou better duck down quick when the tank popsCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshotsI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working waterFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quartersFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd`sNot every nigga in the hood knows meUhhhhhh, but getting rowdyStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout itChorusI`m a represent my hood till I dieAnd when I`m gone put it on the blimp and let it rideThird ward, calliope, nigga Master PA ghetto nigga, live and made historyAint no mugging, just thugs with meAint no hugging, aint no loving PThese ghetto heroes is dead and goneThat`s why niggas in the ghetto live like Al CaponeI be breaking niggas like ice in IcelandCrushing niggas like sevens in dice gamesNickel plated meters knocking down doorsWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo`sSo watch your back when you hustling crackCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming backUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is realAnd only cars get brand new grillsChorus[Kane & Abel]Automatic gats for combat what we packFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz`s and crackWe killing with tatooes our guns and ballsThe car with the tek-nine in my droorWent from selling double up`s to going double platimumFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rappingWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and budWhat`s up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuzI was a soldier, I still remain a soldierI`m cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulderDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshiaQuarter keys with five G`s which a hustle for DNow selling gold LP`s, that`s a hustling for cheeseG`s don`t give a fuck till the world blow upGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers[Master P]No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!Chorus

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