Philthy Rich – Art Of War lyrics

[Intro: D-Lo]
Philthy, nigga, what's happenin'?
This that nigga D-Lo, nigga, ayy
The Mekanix

[Chorus: D-Lo & Philthy Rich]
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)

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
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

[Chorus: D-Lo]
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)

[Verse 2: D-Lo]
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

[Chorus: D-Lo]
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