Текст песни Master P f Fiend, Mystikal, Silkk, Snoop - MP Da Last Don
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[Master P]Every soldier got a story to tell[Fiend]I done been through it allDon`t 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 didn`t 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 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 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 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 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, 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 nigga