Ray Rife - Art of War lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Yeah, be careful who you talking to
Thinking thats yo mans? Well think again cause he don't fuck with you
Catch you while you sleepin' 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 niggas ready to stop you from being the winner
Niggas be bitter, hope to drop you
Meet the God when them things sing, we call that greedy gospel
Where a nigga from the street hustle give us drive
Get it how you get it, nigga how we all survive
Killing and thieving don't give a fuck about yo size
Taking everybody spinach nigga 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 loafin' on that bread
He gone bring your life to death
That's how you'll pay your price of debt
It's Rife
(Speaking)
Aye, hold that right there, maybe you gotta be a rapper
And did the nigga Go talkin' money every night?
And he wanna put it where his memory's at?
What you lookin' at right now?
Right there! First court delay
Fat nigga feedin' hs grill
Oh, yeah, I think that's him
Jack with yoself?
Nah, but I'm tryna put in some overtime, you know?
Just gimme the word
Hurry up, nigga, shoot
[...]
(Verse)
Good kids turned to hunters, yeah
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 another's 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 another's blood
Erasing lives and retracing loves huh
Its just the art of war
(Verse)
I'm from where theres one rule, that's the street code
And niggas 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 fuck 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 kill the pawnies
To scar kings and queens, roast beef like Arbys
Look to harm me
My fearlessness let it guard me
Never afraid of death but won't ride it like a Harley
But if you rather link yo self quick with Chris Farley
Then forget about the truth, excuse my warning
The Art of War
(Hook)
Draw the pistol and you've joined the club
Painting pictures with another's 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 another's blood
Erasing lives and retracing loves huh
Its just the art of war
