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letra de art of war - philthy rich

[intro: d-lo]
philthy, n-gg-, what’s happenin’?
this that n-gg- d-lo, n-gg-, ayy
the mekanix

[chorus: d-lo & philthy rich]
i ain’t never ran from a n-gg- 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-gg-
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-gg- (uh-huh, look)

[verse 1: philthy rich]
gotta catch a body for you to be somebody (gotta)
i was a young n-gg-, i first seen a body (oh, i remember)
big 59 what they called me in my hood (seminary)
smokin’ that n-gg- dead homies in the ‘wood (it’s philthy)
big dawg where i’m from, ask the opposition (suckers)
broke n-gg-s hatin’ on me, ain’t got a pot to p-ss in (broke n-gg-)
n-gg-s 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-gg- k!ll somethin’ then get k!lled (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 (p-ssy)
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-gg- 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-gg-
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-gg- (ayy, d-lo, look)

[verse 2: d-lo]
if that n-gg- 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-gg- 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-gg-, 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 d-ck, that’s for them other n-gg-s
i swear my lil’ n-gg-s, they smother n-gg-s
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-gg- in my life
i ain’t sloppy with the slidin’, spike lee, do it right, ayy

- philthy rich

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