War Wounds lyrics
by Master P

((Posted by: WesleyJr@aol.com))[Master P]Every soldier got a story to tell[Fiend]I done been through it allDon't ask the way I shoot 'cause I done shot (uggh)Put a tank on my blockFiend gone get the scene hotGreens and rocksBurnin' fleshHave you ever smelled nigga?Been taped up, ready to die from mail niggasStraight goin' to hellBut livin' the dirty, dirtyHavin' yah mama worryThat I was gonna hurt yehTired of being blast at, but didn't cast thatI done asked for my life, and right there was laughed atBut when I backtracked, hammer's backBlast backTold 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add thatBut fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' warsOr 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 adversaries get poppedGot me runnin' from copsThe ghetto life be a dimeGot me carryin' two glocksMy enemies is badChop limes and 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 do'sAnd cut up Jabos[Chorus--Master P x2][Silkk the Shocker]I'm down tah blast for my homiesAnd cash for my homiesEven if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and dieIf the hood call meThat's why I be hustin' every dayCould you imagine me with no stash?Like a bank with no cashTryna' drive a car with no gasAnd fuck one day with no tag?Shotgun with no classWindow with no glassOr all you girls with no assSee I'm 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 that 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 ain't forgot that[Chorus--Master P x2][Mystikal]It's real, shit's real check my war woundsThis here real life, this ain't no fuckin' cartoonsI'm 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 ain't no turnin' backLay yo' ass over seasMight as well handle your businessThere's no overcome to this shitBe on yo' Ps and Qs niggaDon't cry like no bitchYou see a weak nigga, that's a beat niggaAnd fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead niggaTell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm goneIf I die bitch, box me up and ship me back homeBury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chestTell them muthafuckas that I did my bestMiddle finga pointin' sayin' fuck IraqIf you don't believe me check my combat pack[Chorus--Master P x3][Snoop Dogg]I got a muthafuckin' story to tellNigga, nigga what?A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)Fool, I got a muthafuckin' 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 hood on the wallSippin' eight ballEastside, rollin' dubsCall me big Snoop DoggFollow me, and you'll see how Gs moveIt's written on my faceI takes my war woundsBeen around drama since me and my mamaUse to listen to oldiesThat's why I'm so old GLook, when half of you niggas couldn't come outsideWhen ya'll was learnin how tah singI was learnin' how tah bang and rideFo' sho' bro, I told yahIm'a gangsta souldier, blowin' dojaWhat a story tah tell..