War Wounds
(专辑: MP Da Last Don - 1998)
[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 Burning flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight going to hell But living the
dirty, dirty Having 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 fucking 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 running from cops The
ghetto life be a
dime Got me carrying two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representing red and blue flags See I
got fools from the
ghetto Like my cousing Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pulling 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 husting 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 fucking cartoons I'm the
Saudi Arabian death killing 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 turning 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 pointing saying fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack [Chorus-Master P
x3] [Snoop Dogg] I
got a
muthafucking story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A
muthafucking story to tell (What?) Fool, I
got a
muthafucking 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 Staying way cut throat I
hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night getting in gun fights I
strike my head on the
wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rolling 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 learning how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I
told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowing doja What a
story tah tell..