Текст песни Master P f Fiend, Mystikal, Silkk, Snoop - War Wounds
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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 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 head on the wallSeven Eight wardEastside, 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 soulja, blowin` dojaWhat a story tah tell..