Master P - War Wounds Lyrics
[master p]Every soldier got a story to tell[fiend]I done been through it allDont ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)Put a tank on my blockFiend gone get the scene hotGreens and rocksBurnin fleshHave you ever smelled nigga?Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggasStraight goin to hellBut livin the dirty, dirtyHavin yah mama worryThat (? )Tired of being blast at, but didnt cast thatI done asked for my life, and right there was laughed atBut when I backtracked, (? )Blast backTold em to cast that, take these rounds and add thatBut fact is you dont *****in choose yo warsOr be like me mutha*****a 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 poppedGot me runnin from copsThe ghetto life be a dimeGot me carryin two glocksMy enemies is badChop limes of grassDrive-bys and ragsAnd representin red and blue flagsSee I got fools from the ghettoLike my cousin jimmy wear permanent metalsMy evidence is satus with hoesBloody polosPullin in car dosAnd cut up jabos[chorus--master p x2][silkk the shocker]Im down tah blast for my homiesAnd cash for my homiesEven if Im old g Ill be down to ride and dieIf the hood call meThats why I be hustin every dayCould you imagine me with no stash?Like a bank with no cashTryna drive a car with no gasAnd ***** one day with no tag?Shotgun with no classWindow with no glassOr all you girls with no assSee Im a risky riderCaliope crawlerA down south hustlaPlus a head buster from new orleansSee I gotta be a paid niggaA made niggaBe the nigga to bust yo shitAnd the nigga tah be the grave diggaSee my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done didBut the move of other niggas that bout itFeel the shit I do just tah liveSee I been scared, popped at, and shot atBut I live an eye for eyeSo the enemies I aint forgot that[chorus--master p x2][mystikal]Its real, shits real check my war woundsThis here real life, aint no *****in cartoonsIm the saudi arabian death killin veteran on the tubeEither me or you right hereCome back and hang out in my roomI done shot my rifle, trained to killGot blood on my fatiquesOnce you in aint no turnin backLay yo ass over seasMight as well handle your businessTheres no overcome to this shitBe on yo ps and qs niggaDont cry like no *****You see a weak nigga, thats a beat niggaAnd ***** a stead nigga, thats a dead niggaTell my mama not to worry bout me why Im goneIf I die *****, box me up and ship me back homeBury me in the n.o. with my stripes on my chestTell them mutha*****as that I did my bestMiddle finga pointin sayin ***** iraqIf you dont believe me check my combat pack[chorus--master p x3][snoop dogg]I got a mutha*****in story to tellNigga, nigga what?A mutha*****in story to tell (what? )Fool, I got a mutha*****in story tah tellAnd every nigga in the jail cell knows it wellI shank niggas, bank niggasDo mo fo showSeven cluckas, fake doughStayin way cut throatI hang out, slang out, at hotel roomsUp all night gettin in gun fightsI strike my head on the wallSeven eight wardEastside, rollin dubsCall me big snoop doggFollow me, and youll see how gs moveIts written on my faceI takes my war woundsBeen around drama since me and my mamaUse to listen to oldiesThats why Im so old gLook, when half of you niggas couldnt come outsideWhen yall was learnin how tah singI was learnin how tah bang and rideFo sho bro, I told yahIma gangsta soulja, blowin dojaWhat a story tah tell..
