[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..
