[{"id":3746607,"name":"Throw 'Em Up","trackName":"Throw 'Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nThe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw 'Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  Chorus x4\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  The rollers\n\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\n  And I got more sealers than JC Pennies\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":30086322,"name":"Throw Em Up","trackName":"Throw Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nThe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  Chorus x4\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  The rollers\n\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\n  And I got more sealers than JC Pennies\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":19889835,"name":"Throw Em Up","trackName":"Throw Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Chapter 076. Black Hearted","duration":501.133061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nThe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Chapter 076. Black Hearted\n  duration_ms: 501133\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  Chorus x4\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  The rollers\n\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\n  And I got more sealers than JC Pennies\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":20582212,"name":"Throw Em Up","trackName":"Throw Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Living Legend: Certified D-Boy","duration":301.406,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n[Chorus x4]\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nthe rollers\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n[Chorus x4\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nain't no mugging, just thugs with me\nain't no hugging, ain't no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and ain't no coming back\nUh, I seen a lot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n[Chorus x4]\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and 'cause\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n[Chorus 4X]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: 'Living Legend: Certified D-Boy'\n  duration_ms: 301406\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  [Chorus x4]\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  the rollers\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\n  And I got more sealers than JC Pennies\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n  [Chorus x4\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  ain't no mugging, just thugs with me\n  ain't no hugging, ain't no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and ain't no coming back\n  Uh, I seen a lot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n  [Chorus x4]\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and 'cause\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n  [Chorus 4X]\n"},{"id":23187407,"name":"Throw Em Up","trackName":"Throw Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Living Legend- Certified D-Boy","duration":201.816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nThe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Living Legend- Certified D-Boy\n  duration_ms: 201816\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  Chorus x4\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  The rollers\n\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\n  And I got more sealers than JC Pennies\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":10694720,"name":"Throw 'Em Up","trackName":"Throw 'Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D: 10th Anniversary 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Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI 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motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pops\n  Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\n  I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\n  From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\n  From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\n  Not every nigga in the hood knows me\n  Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\n  Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":11653494,"name":"Throw 'Em Up","trackName":"Throw 'Em Up","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nthe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw 'Em Up\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Master P]\n  Chorus x4\n  Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\n  the rollers\n\n  The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\n  I 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niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling 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These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\n  What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\n  Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\n  Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\n  Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\n  G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\n  Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n  [Master P]\n  No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\n  Chorus 4X\n"},{"id":30703897,"name":"Throw 'Em Up","trackName":"Throw 'Em Up","artistName":"Master P; Kane & Abel","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\nChorus x4\nThrow em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and\nthe rollers\n\nThe clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind\nPunching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes\nI got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy\nAnd I got more sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya!\n\nChorus 4X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw 'Em Up\n  artist: Master P; Kane & Abel\n  album: Ghetto D 10th 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let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went from selling double up's to going double platimum\n  For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\n  Watch me smoke my little 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sealers than JC Pennies\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nBut if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pops\nCause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots\nI went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water\nFrom selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters\nFrom quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's\nNot every nigga in the hood knows me\nUhhhhhh, but getting rowdy\nStayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\nChorus x4\n\nI'm a represent my hood till I die\nAnd when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird ward, calliope, nigga Master P\nA ghetto nigga, live and made history\nAint no mugging, just thugs with me\nAint no hugging, aint no loving P\nThese ghetto heroes is dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\nCrushing niggas like sevens in dice games\nNickel plated meters knocking down doors\nWith hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\nSo watch your back when you hustling crack\nCause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\nUh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cars get brand new grills\n\nChorus x4\n\n[Kane & Abel]\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\nWe killing with tatooes our guns and balls\nThe car with the tek-nine in my droor\nWent from selling double up's to going double platimum\nFor selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping\nWatch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud\nWhat's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nA cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a\nDown a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia\nQuarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D\nNow selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese\nG's don't give a fuck till the world blow up\nGame over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers\n\n[Master P]\nNo Limit soldiers, I thought I told 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to the game, and still bout it bout it\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  I'm a represent my hood till I die\n  And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P\n  A ghetto nigga, live and made history\n  Aint no mugging, just thugs with me\n  Aint no hugging, aint no loving P\n  These ghetto heroes is dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland\n  Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games\n  Nickel plated meters knocking down doors\n  With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's\n  So watch your back when you hustling crack\n  Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back\n  Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cars get brand new grills\n\n  Chorus x4\n\n  [Kane & Abel]\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack\n  We killing with tatooes our guns and balls\n  The car with the tek-nine in my droor\n  Went 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Penney's\nThrow it up if you a soldier\n\nBut if you a punk nigga, then workin' with the rollers\nYou better duck down quick when the tank pop\n'Cause we be slangin' automatics and them slingshots\nI went from half to hoes and weed to walkin' niggas\nTo quarter keys, but really tapes and CDs\nNow every nigga in the hood know me\nUh, for gettin' rowdy\nStayin' true to the game and still body-body\n\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n\nI'ma represent my hood 'til I die\nAnd when I'm gone, put it on the blimp and let it ride\nThird Ward Cali, yo, fuck a Master P\nA ghetto nigga livin', made history\nAin't no muggin', just thugs with me\n\nAin't no huggin', ain't no love and peace\n\nJust ghetto heroes that's dead and gone\nThat's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\nI be breakin' niggas like ice in Ice Land\nCrushin' niggas like semis and dice gats\nNigga play the meanest, knockin' down doors\nWith hoes in gators, Girbauds and Polos\nSo watch your back when you hug me\n\n'Cause jackers take your life and ain't no comin' back, uh\nI seen a lot of movies, but this shit is real\nAnd only cause get brand new grills\n\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n\nAutomatic gats for combat what we pack\nFlip niggas, half jacks or O-Z's of crack\nWe killers with tattoos, hard guns and balls\nGet hard with the TEC-9 in my drawers\nWent from sellin' double ups to goin' double platinum\nFrom sellin' coke and jackin', gun clappin' and rappin'\nWatch me smoke my lil' weed, grab my drink, get buzzed\nWhat's up to all the slangas, the bangas, bloods and cuz\n\nI was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\nI'm cold, bruh, even sell my mama a boulder\nDown a fifth of Hennessy and blow a bag of weed\nQuarter keys for five G's was a hustle for me\nNow sellin' gold LPs, that's my hustle for cheese\nG's, fuck niggas until the world blow up\nGame over, K the Navy, No Limit Soldiers\n\nNo Limit Soldiers, I thought I told you\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\nThrow it up if you a soldier\nIf you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Throw 'Em Up\n  artist: Kane & Abel; Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 203405\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n\n  The clock hit twelve, I'm on the grind\n  Punch in your code if you want these nickel quarters and dimes\n  I got the ghetto sewed up like Mac Diamonds and women\n  And I got more seals than J.C. Penney's\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n\n  But if you a punk nigga, then workin' with the rollers\n  You better duck down quick when the tank pop\n  'Cause we be slangin' automatics and them slingshots\n  I went from half to hoes and weed to walkin' niggas\n  To quarter keys, but really tapes and CDs\n  Now every nigga in the hood know me\n  Uh, for gettin' rowdy\n  Stayin' true to the game and still body-body\n\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n\n  I'ma represent my hood 'til I die\n  And when I'm gone, put it on the blimp and let it ride\n  Third Ward Cali, yo, fuck a Master P\n  A ghetto nigga livin', made history\n  Ain't no muggin', just thugs with me\n\n  Ain't no huggin', ain't no love and peace\n\n  Just ghetto heroes that's dead and gone\n  That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone\n  I be breakin' niggas like ice in Ice Land\n  Crushin' niggas like semis and dice gats\n  Nigga play the meanest, knockin' down doors\n  With hoes in gators, Girbauds and Polos\n  So watch your back when you hug me\n\n  'Cause jackers take your life and ain't no comin' back, uh\n  I seen a lot of movies, but this shit is real\n  And only cause get brand new grills\n\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n\n  Automatic gats for combat what we pack\n  Flip niggas, half jacks or O-Z's of crack\n  We killers with tattoos, hard guns and balls\n  Get hard with the TEC-9 in my drawers\n  Went from sellin' double ups to goin' double platinum\n  From sellin' coke and jackin', gun clappin' and rappin'\n  Watch me smoke my lil' weed, grab my drink, get buzzed\n  What's up to all the slangas, the bangas, bloods and cuz\n\n  I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier\n  I'm cold, bruh, even sell my mama a boulder\n  Down a fifth of Hennessy and blow a bag of weed\n  Quarter keys for five G's was a hustle for me\n  Now sellin' gold LPs, that's my hustle for cheese\n  G's, fuck niggas until the world blow up\n  Game over, K the Navy, No Limit Soldiers\n\n  No Limit Soldiers, I thought I told you\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n  Throw it up if you a soldier\n  If you dodgin' these niggas and the rollers\n"},{"id":13387369,"name":"Throw 'em Up (Feat. 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