Z-ro - Art Of War lyrics

[Chorus x2: Lil' Flip] You know my n***as ridin, I hope you n***as hidin You know my n***as ridin, I hope you n***as hidin You know my n***as ridin, I hope you n***as hidin Cause it's the Art of War, when I cruisin lyin (Wooh, Wooh, Wooh) [Lil' Flip: Verse 1] You see the pain in my eyez b**h I ain't never scared Lightin the flame i'm smokin my chain anywhere A lot of n***as tryin go against gangaz come Every since March 27 I ain't forget to bring my gun I took one and I ain't tryin to take no more So before, get at me I'ma get you hoe I keep a lot of dough I'm livin like the Godfather And I just bought three carrots for my Goddaughter Christain get over my chicks, this rappin sh** made me rich I smell like curv when I pitch n***a you get it homie I be a orange mouth Drinkin yellow drank n***a I might be with Qute, Puff and Green gank n***a You know we get each other Like the Get It Boyz Any rapper step to me he will get destroyed Cause I'm the Marvin day of my time And if you so hot why your video ain't retired b**h [Chorus: x2] [Lil' Flip: Verse 2] Me and Z-Ro the kings You better do your math And this sh** i'm spittin b**h I ain't use a pad I might bruise you bad Just to mo your a** Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo yo' a** A lenny got you gas n***a you ain't hotter then Twista Jet on make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol Hood beef, is hood beef We supposed 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 got to put his grill in and pat his makeup on, huh No hummers we got four four Four hummers sittin' on no mo In the lab me and Toad down state blowin dro We ride around in dem drops Sixteen switches it hot Now stop, I know your lookin at my watch (Wooh) Now it's time for me to end this verse Because I'm tired n***a since I'm the Boston your fired n***a [Chorus: x2] [Z-Ro: Verse 3] Y'all know my n***as ridin On the front line none of my n***as are hidin Glidin, on twenty two inches when I'm ridin Custom made j**elry from Johnny got me ride Hold up my n***a you don't want to go up Thats what mo city militia only goes up From my body step again my name yells up Yell me yell up won't f** up See me rollin around on my big a** rims Bake any top blue jeans come back around ten Cream does its scenes big gunz another dem b**h hard dease don't want none of dem Non about stick the game hood came me f** about a n***a where a s**a can't free Remad of y'all of y'all is what you fellas can't be that block is the D.J. of E.A.D D.J. is in tha topic barber shop like a fan talkin about me hard to stop I'm a real n***a and plus I like to squart a lot Man n***as heard me talk on the ben talk a lot You gon f** as a n***a when I Squart or not Payin job is runnin or a twelve a shot When a b**h is gonna pay me he better pay me Cause when I better call or not or I'ma cause a lot I'ma punch every body in yo' block right now b**h n***a try to make it get out my sight right now I'ma be quite or wit a white light right now Oh you think you got hands we can fight right now It's the king of the ghetto and dem Clover G's Late night in the studio blowin trees I'ma bout to jump in the big whole and let the girls sick him and then they find yo' a** We gon seal the seas [Chorus: x2]