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Master P

Genres: Hip-Hop

War Wounds Lyrics - Master P

[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 

 

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[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 life be a dime 

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 

 

Photos 

 

[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 

Or all you 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 tell. 

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