Art Of War chords and lyrics - LIL' FLIP, Z-RO

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[Intro 1]
[Am]
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[Verse 1]
[Am][Chorus x2: Lil' Flip]
You know my niggaz ridin,
I hope you niggaz hidin
You know my niggaz ridin,
[G]I hope you[F] nig[Am]gaz hidin
You know my niggaz ridin,
I hope [G]you niggaz hidin
[Am]Cause it's the Art of Wa[G]r,
[Am]when I cruisin lyin
(Wooh, Wooh, Wooh)

[Verse 2]
[Lil' Flip: Verse 1] You see the pain in [Am]my
eyez
Bitch I ain't never scared
Lightin the flame i'm smokin
my chain anywhere
A lot [G]of niggaz tryin go
against gangaz come
[F]Every since March 27 I ain't for
[Am]get 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 [G]like the Godfather
[Am]And I just bough[G]t three carrots
for my Goddaughter
[Am]Christain get over my chicks,
this rappin shit made me rich
I smell like curv when I pitch
Nigga you get it [G]homie
I be a orange mouth
Drinkin yellow drank nigga
[F]I might be with Qute, Puff
and [Am]Green gank nigga
You know we get each other
Like the Get It Boyz
Any rapper step to me he will
get [G]destroyed
Cause I'm the Marvin day of my time
And if you so hot why your video ain't retired bitch
[Am]

[Interlude 1]
[G][Am][G][F][Am]

[Verse 3]
[Chorus: x2] [Am][Lil' Flip: Verse
[G]2]
[Am]Me[G][Am][G][Am]
and Z- Ro the kings
You better do your math
And this shit i'm spittin bitch
I ain't use a pad
I might [G]bruise you bad
Just to mo your ass
Come down to [F]Texas,
and I bet the crowd boo [Am]yo' ass
A lenny got you gas nigga you
ain't hotter then Twista
Jet on make you a gangsta,
and neither do a pistol
Hood [G]beef, is hood beef
We supposed to keep it in the hood
This nigga ain't from Houston Texas
why y'all make him look good
I can [Am]tell he ain't real
Cause when the cameras come on
He got to put his grill in and
pat his makeup on, huh
[G]No hummers we got four four
Four hummers sittin' on no mo
[F]In the lab me and Toad
down [Am]state blowin dro
We ride around in dem drops
Sixteen switches it hot
Now stop, I know your [F]lookin [Am]at
my [G]watch (Wooh)
Now it's time for me to
end this verse
Because [Am]I'm tired nigga [G]since I'm
the Boston your fired nigga
[Am]

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 4]
[Chorus: x2] [Am][Z- Ro: Verse
3]
Y'all know [G]my niggaz ridin
[Am][G][Am]
On the front line none of my
niggaz are hidin
Glidin, on twenty two inches
when I'm ridin
Custom made jewelry from
Johnny got me [G]ride
Hold up my nigga you don't
want to go up
Thats what mo city militia only goes up
From my [F]body step again my name yells up
Yell [Am]me yell up won't fuck u[G]p
[Am]See me rollin around on my big ass [F]rims
Bake [Am]any top blue jeans come
[F]back around [Am]ten
Cream does its scenes big gunz another dem
bitch hard dease don't want none of dem
[G]Non about stick the game hood came me
Fuck about a nigga where
a Sucka 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.
[Am]D.J. is in tha topic barber shop like
a fan talkin about me hard to stop
I'm a real nigga and plus
I like to squart a lot
Man niggaz heard me talk on
the ben talk a lot
You gon [G]fuck as a nigga
when I Squart or not
Payin job is runnin or a twelve a shot
When a [F]bitch is gonna pay
me he better pay me
Cause when I better call or
[C]not or I'ma [Am]cause a lot
I'ma punch every body
in yo' block right now
Bitch nigga 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 [G]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' ass
We gon seal the seas

[Outro 1]
[Chorus: x2]
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