War Wounds

[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 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
 [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.