[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

[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 2: Master P]

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

Ain't no mugging, just thugs with me

Ain't no hugging, ain't no love in 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 ninas knocking down doors

With hoes and gators, Girbauds and Polos

So watch your back when you hustling crack

Cause jackers take your life away and ain't no coming back

Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real

And only cars get brand new grills

[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 3: Kane & Abel]

Automatic gats for combat what we pack

Flip niggas like flapjacks, or oz's and crack

We killing with tattoos, our guns, and balls

Dick hard with the tech-nine in my draws

Went from selling double up's to going double platimum

From 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 fifth of hennessy and blow a bag of doja

Quarter keys with five G's was a hustle for me

Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustle for cheese

G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up

Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers

[Interlude: Master P]

No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!

[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