Ray Rife - Art Of War lyrics
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]