Throw ’Em Up Master P (Ft. Kane & Abel)
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[Chorus: Master P]
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
[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 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
[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 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
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