War Wounds

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 ****?

Been taped up, ready to die

For mail ****, straight goin' to hell ****

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 ****

A made ****

To be the **** to bust yo' shit

And the **** to be the grave digga

See my tattoos reveal some of the shit

That I done did

My bullet wounds that's on a **** 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 ****

Don't cry like no bitch

You see a weak ****, that's a beat ****

And fuck it, a scared ****, that's a dead ****

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, **** (**** what?)

A motherfuckin' story to tell, fool (What, what?)

I got a motherfuckin' story to tell

And every **** in a jail cell knows it well

I shank ****, bank ****, 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 **** 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