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[Master P]
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Every soldier got a story to tell
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[Fiend]
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I done been through it all
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Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
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Put a tank on my block
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Fiend gone get the scene hot
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Greens and rocks
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Burnin' flesh
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Have you ever smelled nigga?
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Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
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Straight goin' to hell
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But livin' the dirty, dirty
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Havin' yah mama worry
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That (?)
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Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
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I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
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But when I backtracked, (?)
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Blast back
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Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
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But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
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Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
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[Chorus--Master P x3]
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Check my war wounds (uggggh)
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My war wounds (ugggh)
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Every soldier got a story to tell
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[Master P]
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My adversarys get popped
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Got me runnin' from cops
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The ghetto life be a dime
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Got me carryin' two glocks
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My enemies is bad
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Chop limes of grass
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Drive-bys and rags
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And representin' red and blue flags
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See I got fools from the ghetto
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Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
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My evidence is satus with hoes
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Bloody Polos
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Pullin' in car do's
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And cut up Jabos
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[Chorus--Master P x2]
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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I'm down tah blast for my homies
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And cash for my homies
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Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
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If the hood call me
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That's why I be hustin' every day
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Could you imagine me with no stash?
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Like a bank with no cash
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Tryna' drive a car with no gas
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And fuck one day with no tag?
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Shotgun with no class
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Window with no glass
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Or all you girls with no ass
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See I'm a risky rider
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Caliope crawler
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A Down South Hustla
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Plus a head buster from New Orleans
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See I gotta be a paid nigga
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A made nigga
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Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
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And the nigga tah be the grave digga
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See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
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But the move of other niggas that bout it
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Feel the shit I do just tah live
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See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
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But I live an eye for eye
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So the enemies I ain't forgot that
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[Chorus--Master P x2]
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[Mystikal]
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It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
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This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
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I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
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Either me or you right here
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Come back and hang out in my room
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I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
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Got blood on my fatiques
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Once you in ain't no turnin' back
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Lay yo' ass over seas
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Might as well handle your business
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There's no overcome to this shit
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Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
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Don't cry like no bitch
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You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
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And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
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Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
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If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
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Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
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Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best
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Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
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If you don't believe me check my combat pack
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[Chorus--Master P x3]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
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Nigga, nigga what?
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A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)
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Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell
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And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
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I shank niggas, bank niggas
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Do mo' fo' show
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Seven cluckas, fake dough
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Stayin' way cut throat
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I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
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Up all night gettin' in gun fights
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I strike my head on the wall
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Seven Eight ward
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Eastside, rollin' dubs
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Call me big Snoop Dogg
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Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
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It's written on my face
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I takes my war wounds
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Been around drama since me and my mama
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Use to listen to oldies
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That's why I'm so old G
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Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
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When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
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I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
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Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
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Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
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What a story tah tell..
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War Wounds
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| Master P f/ Fiend, Mystikal, S |
