Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Art of War, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song East Oakland Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SCMMLLC
Song language: English
Art of War |
Philthy, nigga, what’s happenin'? |
This that nigga D-Lo, nigga, ayy |
The Mekanix |
I ain’t never ran from a nigga in my life, yeah (Never) |
'Cept for the black and white, ayy |
You ain’t a boss if you ain’t never took a loss, nigga |
I got grown money, you got no money |
Anything you say, as a man, you gotta stand on it |
I would slide but tonight I put my mans on it |
I’m all about the art of seduction, the art of war (Ayy, it’s Philthy) |
You can’t funk if you ain’t got no dough, nigga (Uh-huh, look) |
Gotta catch a body for you to be somebody (Gotta) |
I was a young nigga, I first seen a body (Oh, I remember) |
Big 59 what they called me in my hood (Seminary) |
Smokin' that nigga dead homies in the 'Wood (It's Philthy) |
Big dawg where I’m from, ask the opposition (Suckers) |
Broke niggas hatin' on me, ain’t got a pot to piss in (Broke nigga) |
Niggas tryna blow a bag up in Gucci (Designer) |
Why you got your kids runnin' 'round lookin' boosie? |
(It's Philthy) |
You ever seen a nigga kill somethin' then get killed (Have you ever?) |
Remember it like yesterday, it got me sittin' still (Swear to God) |
Think twice if you thinkin' 'bout robbin' me (You better) |
Five-oh tried to stick me with a robbery (Is that right?) |
Got my name all implicated in the statement (Pussy) |
I’m just a black man hustlin', really tryna make it (I am) |
I did some things in my past that I can’t change (Uh-uh) |
In these clothes for a week, bitch, I ain’t changed, it’s Philthy |
I ain’t never ran from a nigga in my life, yeah (Never) |
'Cept for the black and white, ayy |
You ain’t a boss if you ain’t never took a loss, nigga |
I got grown money, you got no money |
Anything you say, as a man, you gotta stand on it |
I would slide but tonight I put my mans on it |
I’m all about the art of seduction, the art of war |
You can’t funk if you ain’t got no dough, nigga (Ayy, D-Lo, look) |
If that nigga want his life, he better talk to me nice |
How the fuck is he livin'? |
He the reason bro got life, look |
Let another nigga speak on fact, they’ll burn out |
If you never seen a fuckin' dead body, I can show you |
I’m a boss now, nigga, I got a lot of shit to lose |
The bitch brought me greens, I’m like, «Where the fuck the blues?» |
I need some grown moeny |
If you gon' give me some ho money |
I be out-trappin' my bitches, that’s for sure money |
Ayy, I don’t be pimpin' with my dick, that’s for them other niggas |
I swear my lil' niggas, they smother niggas |
Undeniable talent, the hardest in the Bay, dawg |
On the B, I’m the hardest since Mac Dre, y’all |
Ayy, miss me with the bullshit (Miss me with it) |
Chopper got a cooler kit, boy, I’m a fool with this |
I ain’t never ran from a nigga in my life |
I ain’t sloppy with the slidin', Spike Lee, do it right, ayy |
I ain’t never ran from a nigga in my life, yeah (Never) |
'Cept for the black and white, ayy |
You ain’t a boss if you ain’t never took a loss, nigga |
I got grown money, you got no money |
Anything you say, as a man, you gotta stand on it |
I would slide but tonight I put my mans on it |
I’m all about the art of seduction, the art of war |
You can’t funk if you ain’t got no dough, nigga |