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Art of War Lyrics Meanings
by Savage YG


Art of War Lyrics

In all black masked up on a mission niggaz know Savage YG I been with the shits
Just got a nice lil 9 so you know I'm finna slide
With percision I ain't trynna waste the hole clip
Guerrilla tactics in the field boy it's getting real
If that nigga ever squealed we should get him killed
Let the walk up B real make him face the steel
I'll love to catch him slipping knock him off his heels
My FNH hold enough I don't need a stick
Or a .38 Taurus with the rubber grip
Murder weapon walk up on a nigga light a spliff
Here come the questions give no answers nigga plead the fifth
Get Emz died on the 8
Now I got a lot on my plate
All I want is revenge for my friends
& I swear I'm approaching that day
All I know is persecute
Murk a few to hurt the crew
Yo homie had yo back so Imma put him in the dirt with you
Disrespecting me no man on this earth should do
Family friend or foe can all feel wat this Bersa do
The 80 thats my baby boo
She B twerkin when I'm lurkin foo
Smoke a blunt when we done
Now I wonder what the perks a do
Smoke a foo then dome a few
Hoping nobody noticed you
Just named my Nina Gina I B clowning wit lil boo
Ain't no lil babies getting killed on the south side
At this time we don't let our babies outside
Everybody know the red team love to ride
Especially them nappy head goes from the other side
If you never see me with him then he not my homie
If you niggaz think I'm kinda pussy then come & show me
Im really bout that rah rah nigga you just use emojis
Information will never get exposed to the police
Never will I back down
Pull up again 6 deep see how I act now
This the reason I'll never put my strap down
Now I gotta finish what I started fucking crack child
I was bool sayin that I just rap now
But homie actin like I ain't the reason he strapped now
& come to think I was gone play the background
But fuck that nigga I'm on all that now
Shoot first ask later in any situation
Eye focused unloading looking for the penetration
Niggaz know the South Side 30z B my dedication
Love my hood protect my dawgs still my obligation
I won't expose it that don't mean that I'm hesitated
If I show it gotta blow it, make a nigga famous
Fuck jail fuck a cell & Segregation
Stop Snitchin Stop Condoning still my proclamation
If these nigga wanna rap beef
B another wrapped sheet
I'm really bout that pistol play nigga check my rap sheet
Remember when I turned ya game of hoops to a track meet
Aiming for the head but i settled for an ass cheek
Niggaz wanna know the truth, why is it on sight with me
It ain't cause yo baby momma use to B my old freak
It aint cause I'm still letting shorty taste her old meats
It's cause I was blappin on this nigga wit his own heat
Pull up im bout it
You a gangsta I doubt it
Ain't no nigga in my section ever proved I'm a coward;
Never ran from a sucka
Always blamed on a busta
Put respect on Dawgy name or feel my pain mother fucker
Catching 'em slipping at the light that's just how the cards delt
Shell casing on the flo brains leaking on his belt
147 grain the pain was never felt
Car rolled in the intersection man somebody call help!

In all black masked up on a mission niggaz know Savage YG I been with the shits
Just got a nice lil 9 so you know I'm finna slide
With percision I ain't trynna waste the hole clip
Guerrilla tactics in the field boy it's getting real
If that nigga ever squealed we should get him killed
Let the walk up B real make him face the steel
I'll love to catch him slipping knock him off his heels
My FNH hold enough I don't need a stick
Or a .38 Taurus with the rubber grip
Murder weapon walk up on a nigga light a spliff
Here come the questions give no answers nigga plead the fifth
Get Emz died on the 8
Now I got a lot on my plate
All I want is revenge for my friends
& I swear I'm approaching that day
All I know is persecute
Murk a few to hurt the crew
Yo homie had yo back so Imma put him in the dirt with you
Disrespecting me no man on this earth should do
Family friend or foe can all feel wat this Bersa do
The 80 thats my baby boo
She B twerkin when I'm lurkin foo
Smoke a blunt when we done
Now I wonder what the perks a do
Smoke a foo then dome a few
Hoping nobody noticed you
Just named my Nina Gina I B clowning wit lil boo
Ain't no lil babies getting killed on the south side
At this time we don't let our babies outside
Everybody know the red team love to ride
Especially them nappy head goes from the other side
If you never see me with him then he not my homie
If you niggaz think I'm kinda pussy then come & show me
Im really bout that rah rah nigga you just use emojis
Information will never get exposed to the police
Never will I back down
Pull up again 6 deep see how I act now
This the reason I'll never put my strap down
Now I gotta finish what I started fucking crack child
I was bool sayin that I just rap now
But homie actin like I ain't the reason he strapped now
& come to think I was gone play the background
But fuck that nigga I'm on all that now
Shoot first ask later in any situation
Eye focused unloading looking for the penetration
Niggaz know the South Side 30z B my dedication
Love my hood protect my dawgs still my obligation
I won't expose it that don't mean that I'm hesitated
If I show it gotta blow it, make a nigga famous
Fuck jail fuck a cell & Segregation
Stop Snitchin Stop Condoning still my proclamation
If these nigga wanna rap beef
B another wrapped sheet
I'm really bout that pistol play nigga check my rap sheet
Remember when I turned ya game of hoops to a track meet
Aiming for the head but i settled for an ass cheek
Niggaz wanna know the truth, why is it on sight with me
It ain't cause yo baby momma use to B my old freak
It aint cause I'm still letting shorty taste her old meats
It's cause I was blappin on this nigga wit his own heat
Pull up im bout it
You a gangsta I doubt it
Ain't no nigga in my section ever proved I'm a coward;
Never ran from a sucka
Always blamed on a busta
Put respect on Dawgy name or feel my pain mother fucker
Catching 'em slipping at the light that's just how the cards delt
Shell casing on the flo brains leaking on his belt
147 grain the pain was never felt
Car rolled in the intersection man somebody call help!

Writer(s): Savage YG
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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