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War Wounds

Every soldier got a story to tellI done been through it all

Don't ask the way I shoot 'cuz I done shot

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Put a tank on my block

Fiend gone get the scene hot

Greens and rocks

Burnin' flesh

Have you ever smelled nigga?

Been taped up, ready to die from mail niggasStraight goin' to hell but livin' the dirty, dirty

Havin' yah mama worry that I was gonna hurt yeah

Tired of bein' blast at, but didn't cast that

I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at

But when I back tracked, hammer's back, got some 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 gunsCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellMy adversaries get popped, got me runnin' from cops

The ghetto life be a dime, got me carryin' two glocks

My enemies is bad, chop limes and 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 JabosCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellI'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 gasAnd 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, Calliope crawler

A down south hustler

Plus a head buster from New Orleans

See I gotta be a paid nigga, a made niggaBe the nigga to, bust yo' shit

And the nigga tah be the grave digga

See my tattoos reveal, some of the shit that 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 thatCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellIt's real, shit's real check my war wounds

This here real life, this 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 seasMight 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 homeBury 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 packCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellCheck my war wounds

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My war wounds

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Every soldier got a story to tellI 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 throatI hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms

Up all night gettin' in gun fights

I strike my hood on the wall

Sippin' eight ball, east side, rollin' dubs

Call me big Snoop Dogg

Follow me and you'll see how G's move

It's written on my face

I takes my war woundsBeen 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

Ima gangsta soldier, blowin' doja

What a story tah tell

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