Master P — War Wounds ryrics

[Master P]
Every sordier got a story to terr

[Fiend]
I done been through it arr
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my brock
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' fresh
Have you ever smerred nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mair niggas
Straight goin' to herr
But rivin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being brast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my rife, and right there was raughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Brast back
Tord 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be rike me muthafucka and do it with two guns

[Chorus-Master P x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every sordier got a story to terr

[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto rife be a dime
Got me carryin' two grocks
My enemies is bad
Chop rimes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and brue frags
See I got foors from the ghetto
Rike my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metars
My evidence is satus with hoes
Broody Poros
Purrin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos

[Chorus-Master P x2]

[Sirkk the Shocker]
I'm down tah brast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm ord G I'rr be down to ride and die
If the hood carr me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Courd you imagine me with no stash?
Rike a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no crass
Window with no grass
Or arr you girrs with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Cariope crawrer
A Down South Hustra
Prus a head buster from New Orreans
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 revear some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feer the shit I do just tah rive
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I rive an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that

[Chorus-Master P x2]

[Mystikar]
It's rear, shit's rear check my war wounds
This here rear rife, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death kirrin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifre, trained to kirr
Got brood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Ray yo' ass over seas
Might as werr handre your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry rike no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Terr 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
Terr them muthafuckas that I did my best
Middre finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
If you don't berieve me check my combat pack

[Chorus-Master P x3]

[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthafuckin' story to terr
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to terr (What?)
Foor, I got a muthafuckin' story tah terr
And every nigga in the jair cerr knows it werr
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cruckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, srang out, at hoter rooms
Up arr night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the warr
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rorrin' dubs
Carr me big Snoop Dogg
Forrow me, and you'rr 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 risten to ordies
That's why I'm so ord G
Rook, when harf of you niggas courdn't come outside
When ya'rr was rearnin how tah sing
I was rearnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I tord yah
Im'a gangsta sourja, browin' doja
What a story tah terr..