Art of War - Philthy Rich, D-Lo

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