Lil' Flip - Art of War lyrics

[Hook - 2x] You know my n***as riding, I hope you n***as hiding You know my n***as riding, I hope you n***as hiding You know my n***as riding, I hope you n***as hiding Cause it's the art of war, when our crews colliding [Lil' Flip] You see the pain in my eyes, b**h I ain't never scared Lighting a flame, I'm smoking my Jane anywhere A lot of n***as, trying to go against Gangus Khan Ever since March 27th, I ain't forgetting to bring my gun I took one, and I ain't trying to take no mo' So befo' you get at me, I'ma get you hoe I keep a lot of do', I'm living like the Godfather And I just bought three karats, for my god-daughter Christian D'ore for my chicks, this rapping sh** made me rich I smell like Kurt when I pitch, n***a you get it homie I be in Orange Mound, drinking yellow drank n***a I might be with Quetpuff, and green dank n***a You know we getting chedda, like them Get It Boyz Any rapper step to me, he will get destroyed Cause, I'm the Marvin Gaye of my time And if you so hot, why your video ain't retired b**h [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Flip] Me and Z-Ro the Kings, you better do your math And this sh** I'm spitting b**h, I ain't use a pad I might bruise you bad, just to move your a** Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo your a** Atlantic got you ga**ed n***a, you ain't hotter than Twista Jail don't make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol Hood beef is hood beef, we 'spose to keep it in the hood This n***a ain't from Houston Texas, why y'all make him look good I can tell he ain't real, cause when the cameras come on He gotta put his grill in, and pat his make-up on Huh no h*mos we got 4-4's, fo' Hummers sitting on Mo-Mo's In the lab, me and Tow Down stay blowing dro We ride around in them drops, sixteen switches it hop Now stop, I know you looking at my watch whoo Now it's time for me, to end this verse Because I'm tired n***a, since I'm the boss than you fired n***a [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Y'all know my n***as riding On the frontline none of my n***as hiding Gliding on 22 inches when I'm riding Custom made j**elry from Johnny got me blinding Hold up my n***a you don't wanna run up That's when the Mo City militia hold they guns up f** around and stab a n***a like my name Young Buck Yeah I know you cats think to figga wanna f** up See me running round on my big a** rims Black top blue jeans and black and brown Tim's Cream as the seas big guns under them Ridgemont hardheads y'all don't want none of them And not a boss n***a in my hood can't leave f** around and make it when a s**er can't breathe Ridgevan is all which y'all fellas Can't bleed that block, will get you b**hes D-E-A-D These days on the topic is the barber shop Like if they ain't talk about me they hard to stop But I'm a real n***a plus I like to squab a lot Made n***as go to Herman and then talk a lot Give a f** if a n***a wanna squab or not Could pay your job for an Antonio Tarver shot Wanna pistol play with me better bar they lot Just wanna pull up in them unmarked cars a lot Finna punish everybody on your block right now b**h n***as try to make it out of sight right now Bout to be acquainted with the bright light right now Bro you think you got hands we could fight right now It's the King of the Ghetto and them Clover G'z Late night at the studio blowing trees About to jump in the pick-up and let the guns sick 'em When they find your a** we gon be overseas [Hook - 2x]