[Master P]
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Chorus x4
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Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and
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the rollers
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The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
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Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes
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I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy
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And I got more sealers than JC Pennies
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Throw it up if you a soldier
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But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers
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You better duck down quick when the tank pops
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Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots
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I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water
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From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters
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From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
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Not every nigga in the hood knows me
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Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
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Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it
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Chorus x4
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I'm a represent my hood till I die
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And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride
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Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
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A ghetto nigga, live and made history
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Aint no mugging, just thugs with me
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Aint no hugging, aint no loving P
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These ghetto heroes is dead and gone
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That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone
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I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland
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Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games
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Nickel plated meters knocking down doors
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With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's
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So watch your back when you hustling crack
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Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back
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Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real
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And only cars get brand new grills
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Chorus x4
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[Kane & Abel]
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Automatic gats for combat what we pack
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Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack
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We killing with tatooes our guns and balls
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The car with the tek-nine in my droor
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Went from selling double up's to going double platimum
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For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping
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Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud
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What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz
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I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier
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A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a
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Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
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Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
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Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese
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G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up
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Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers
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[Master P]
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No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!
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Chorus 4X
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Throw Em Up
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| Master P |
