Intro Song
[Verse]
Yea be careful who you talking to
Thinking thats yo mans? well think again cause he don't f** with you
Catch you while you sleeping rob you and in a month or two
He coming back around to put a couple in your other crew
See where that trust got you? Get too hot and they pop you
2pac flies with the fossils cause n***as ready to stop you from being the winner
n***as be bitter hope to drop you
Meet the God when them things sing, we call that gritty gospel
Where a n***a from the street hustle give us drive
Get it how you get it n***a, how we all survive
k**ing and thieving dont give a f** about yo size
Taking everybody spinach n***a even pop-eyes
Asking Rife why you faking?
Ain't yo obligations
Ain't speaking my foundation, more so speaking observations
Owe a goonie money and you loafing on that bread
He gone bring your life to d**h
That's how you'll pay your price of debt
Its Rife
(That joint hot right there yo, kinda make me wanna be a rapper)
Art Of War
[Skit story]
[Verse]
Good kids turned to hunters, yea
Still have dreams when they slumber
But can't afford to ball so they breaking every law
Rather impress a gangster before they impress they mother
Makes me wonder? Why do they fiend for such impressions
Going to give a lesson put in work by the second
Their progressions consist of thefting all with the weapon
That youngin had a dream but was consumed by the pressure
Now he's taking shots to the head, then shots at a head he dumpin
Watched how he bled, come knocking the feds he runnin
Momma's in bed he locked up instead he done and
Could've avoided all of this his sorrow redundant
He got a son and, a daughter on the way
Should've just chilled out she was only weeks away
She never made a visit cause she feel that it's only right
Refuse to let her girl meet her pops from the other side
Life
[Hook]
Draw the pistol and you've joined the club
Painting pictures with anothers blood
Erasing lives and retracing loves huh
Its just the art of war
Draw the pistol and you've joined the club
Painting pictures with anothers blood
Erasing lives and retracing loves huh
Its just the art of war
[Verse]
Im from where theres one rule, that's the street code
And n***as visions turn out slimmer than a peep hole
Them gold miners lack ambition you can keep those
Looking for a man to pay your ends thats the cheap road
They shoot one, come back and shoot another
Take one of his sons, they come back and take his brother
Give or take, a G always quick to retaliate f** peace revenge
Thats how a thug operates
Are the streets any different from the army?
They been shooting recruiting soldiers well before Atari
They hardly party for parties they party to k** the pawnies
To scar kings and queens, roast beef like Arbys
Look to harm me
My fearlessness let it guard me
Never afraid of d**h but won't ride it like a Harley
But if you rather link yoself quick with Chris Farley
Then forget about the truth, excuse my warning
The Art of War
[Hook]