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[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
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