Lyrical Breakdown of War Wounds (feat. Fiend, Silkk the Shocker, Mystikal & Snoop Dogg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "War Wounds (feat. Fiend, Silkk the Shocker, Mystikal & Snoop Dogg)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Every soldier got a story to tell I done been through it all Don't ask me will I shoot cause I done shot For the sake of my block Fiend gon' keep the scene hot Crimson knot, burn flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been taped up, ready to die For mail nigga, straight goin' to hell nigga For livin' the dirty dirty Havin' ya momma worry Last heard was yeah ya heard me? I done been blast at, but didn't catch that I done asked for my life and right there was laughed at But when I back tracked, hammer smacked And got some blast back Told 'em to catch that Take these rounds and add that For fact, second thoughts fuck 'em Choose ya ones Or be like me ma'fucka Sleepin' with two guns Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell My adversaries get popped, got me runnin' from cops The ghetto's like Vietnam, got me carryin' two Glocks My enemies is bad, drug lines and grabs I do drive-bys and brag And represent red and blue flags See I got wounds from the ghetto My little cousin Jimmy wear permanent medals My evidence is tattoos with holes Flooded Polo's Bullet in car doors And cut up Girbauds Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell I'm down to blast for my homies Get cash for my homies Even if I'm ballin' Gotta be down to ride or die If the hood call me That's why I stay hustlin' everyday Imagine me with no stash Like a bank with no cash Tryin' to drive a car with no gas Get fucked with one day with no cash Shotgun with no blast A window with no glass An alright girl with no ass See I'm a Richmond rider A Calliope crawler A down south hustler Plus a headbusta from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga To be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga to be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit That I done did My bullet wounds that's on a nigga body Reveal the shit I do just to live See I been stabbed and popped at and shot at But I live an eye for eye So enemies, I ain't forgot that Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell It's real, shit's real, check my war wounds This here is real life this ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran of the platoon It's either me or you I ain't comin' back I'm finna hang up in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatigues Once you in, ain't no turnin' back Now yo' ass overseas Might as well handle yo' business There ain't no overcome to this shit Be on yo' P's and Q's nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck it, a scared nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my momma not to worry bout me while 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 motherfuckers that I did my best Middle finger pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat patch Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell Check my war wounds, my war wounds Every soldier got a story to tell I got a motherfuckin' story to tell, nigga (Nigga what?) A motherfuckin' story to tell, fool (What, what?) I got a motherfuckin' story to tell And every nigga in a jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas, do low fo' sho' Seven o'clock a state dope, stayin' way cutthroat I hang out, and slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night, gettin' in gunfights I strike my hood on the wall, sippin' eight ball Eastside rollin' dubs, call me Bigg Snoop Dogg Follow me (Follow me) and you'll see how G's move It's written on my face, I taste my war wounds Been around drama since me and my momma Used to listen to Oldies, that's why I'm so OG Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When y'all was learnin' how to sang I was learnin' how to bang and ride Fo' sho' bruh, I told ya (Told ya) I'm a gangsta, soldier, blowin' doja With a story to tell