Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Throw Em Up

[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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Throw Em Up [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Throw Em Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/4916.html Все тексты песен: Master P » Master P - No More Tears » Master P - Pockets Gone Stay Fat » Master P - Come and Get Something » Master P - Them Jeans * » Master P - Back Against the Wall » Master P - MP Da Last Don » Master P - Playa 4 Life » Master P - I Don`t » Master P - Da Last Don » Master P - Let`s Ride (Radio Edit) » Master P - Soulja Boo » Master P - Pass Me Da Green » Master P - Converse B-Ball » Master P - Rock It » Master P - Respect My Game » Master P - Ghetto Prayer » Master P - Scream » Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me » Master P - Never Ending Game » Master P - No Limit Soldiers II Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом - Фрегатлинкоркорвет » Эли Бар-Яалом - Шестой вокзал. (Четвертая песня стражи) » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ирландское жаркое » Эльдус Сайфулин - Цыганская » Эдуард Хиль - Старый марш » Эдуард Муллер - Чёрные розы » Эли Бар-Яалом - Отцу » Эдуард Гончаров - Спросите дорогу, она вам расскажет... » Эли Дубник - Последняя песня менестреля » Эли Бар-Яалом - Там город dream (песня Надико) » Эдита Пьеха - Край березовый » Элио - Цветок в ночи » Эльдус Сайфулин - Баллада о Крокодиле » Эли Бар-Яалом - Баллада о говядине » Эмир Шабашвили - Рождественское » Эмилия Розенштейн - Как сладко привыкать к наркотику любви... » Эльдус Сайфулин - Баллада о Ёжике » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ураган » Эммануил Снитковский - Где-то в Туле грустные трамваи... » Эдуард Хиль - Ребята семидесятой широты
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