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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: War Wounds
Lyrics for Album: 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

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..


Album Lyrics: MP da Last Don [1998]


Master P
"MP da Last Don [1998]"


1. Let's Get Em
2. Till We Dead And Gone
3. Thinkin Bout U
4. Soldiers, Riders, And G's
5. Get Your Paper
6. Ride
7. These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
8. Black And White
9. War Wounds
10. Dear Mr. President
11. Mama Raised Me
12. Let My 9 Get 'Em
13. More 2 Life
14. Ghetto Life
15. Gangsta Bitch
16. So Many Souls Deceased
17. Snitches
18. Welcome To My City
19. Ghetto Love
20. Eternity
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