Ghetto D

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