Art of War lyrics
by Too $hort
[Intro: D-Lo]
Philthy, n*gga, what's happenin'?
This that n*gga D-Lo, n*gga, ayy
The Mekanix
[Chorus: D-Lo & Philthy Rich]
I ain't never ran from a n*gga 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, n*gga
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, n*gga (Uh-huh, look)
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Gotta catch a body for you to be somebody (Gotta)
I was a young n*gga, I first seen a body (Oh, I remember)
Big 59 what they called me in my hood (Seminary)
Smokin' that n*gga dead homies in the 'Wood (It's Philthy)
Big dawg where I'm from, ask the opposition (Suckers)
Broke n*ggas hatin' on me, ain't got a pot to p*ss in (Broke n*gga)
n*ggas tryna blow a bag up in Gucci (Designer)
Why you got your kids runnin' 'round lookin' boosie? (It's Philthy)
You ever seen a n*gga 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 (pus*y)
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, b*tch, I ain't changed, it's Philthy
[Chorus: D-Lo]
I ain't never ran from a n*gga 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, n*gga
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, n*gga (Ayy, D-Lo, look)
[Verse 2: D-Lo]
If that n*gga want his life, he better talk to me nice
How the f*ck is he livin'? He the reason bro got life, look
Let another n*gga speak on fact, they'll burn out
If you never seen a f*ckin' dead body, I can show you
I'm a boss now, n*gga, I got a lot of sh*t to lose
The b*tch brought me greens, I'm like, "Where the f*ck the blues?"
I need some grown moeny
If you gon' give me some ho money
I be out-trappin' my b*tches, that's for sure money
Ayy, I don't be pimpin' with my di*k, that's for them other n*ggas
I swear my lil' n*ggas, they smother n*ggas
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 bullsh*t (Miss me with it)
Chopper got a cooler kit, boy, I'm a fool with this
I ain't never ran from a n*gga in my life
I ain't sloppy with the slidin', Spike Lee, do it right, ayy
[Chorus: D-Lo]
I ain't never ran from a n*gga 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, n*gga
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, n*gga