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Lyrics for War Wounds by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | MP Da Last Don | | Track: | War Wounds | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 325 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Fiend Mystikal Silkk Snoop Dogg]
[Master P]
Every soldier got a story
to tell
[Fiend]
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I
done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens
and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up ready
to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you
don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus--Master P x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me
runnin' from cops
The ghetto's like Vietnam
Got me carryin' two Glocks
My
enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red
and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent
metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos
[Chorus--Master P x2]
[Silkk the Shocker]
I'm down
tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to
ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you
imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
White girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down
South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that
bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that
[Chorus--Master
P x2]
[Mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real
life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my
rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome
to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a
weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my
mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that I did my
best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat
pack
[Chorus--Master P x3]
[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a
muthafuckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank
niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way
cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen
to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come
outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah
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