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[Chorus: Master P (4X)]
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 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 Aint no mugging, just thugs with me Aint no hugging, aint 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 aint no coming back Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real And only cars get brand new grills Chorus [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 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 fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia Quarter keys with five G`s which a hustle for D Now selling gold LP`s, that`s a hustling for cheese G`s don`t give a fuck till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers [Master P] No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! Chorus
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