[Intro]
Yeah
DeeTown
Ali Dee
Chris Classic
SWJ
Cissal C
Yeah

[Chorus]
Homie, it's the art of war
And I don't know what ya thinking
But when you see them lasers blinking
Next thing is the preacher preaching
And that he was a young man
Cause it's the art of war
I gotta keep my enemies close
And if you want my bread
Then I give you the toast
Stay popping the jacks
While jackin' your toes
That's a hood plan

[Verse 1]
We are in that blue Yankee fitted
So fitted, over my dome
That I've committed
Overturn the throne
As the rain falls, the rain falls
King, queen, prince, jokers
No juice, stranger
[?], La Coka Nostra
Can't come close to the ghost of my culture
Bitch I'm kosher
Mazel tov ya off ya goons
Before Friday afternoon
And as your bitch turns sour
You realize that I don't need 15 minutes of fame give me an hour
Your order up the brigade can't save the day, or the sorrow
You'll go back to Casio tomorrow
See, midnight Marado of midtown
No fight dog, but I got a tip
Y'all better get down
C-L-A-double S-I-C
You want war, you know where I'll be
[Chorus]
Homie, it's the art of war
And I don't know what ya thinking
But when you see them lasers blinking
Next thing is the preacher preaching
And that he was a young man
Cause it's the art of war
I gotta keep my enemies close
And if you want my bread
Then I give you the toast
Stay popping the jacks
While jackin' your toes
That's a hood plan

[Verse 2]
It's the good motivation
More hustle, more cash
More cribs, more whips, more ass
It's just the weight of my world turns
Life is just a bitch
But just believe my ho got rug-burns
Don't take no for an answer
I am a thug, I don't need to rep mine
With no shine and no things
So just try to run that bullshit on me
I'll have you sprayed, layed up, saying damn OP
You got to smirk like it ain't no threat to you
But yea hit the dirt, when they that tip to yeah, no lies
No more eating off them pods
And they send you flying in them friendly skies, have a safe trip
Now I don't care if you are blue to red
Try to take mine, either you do or you dead
Cause either I'm alive or do a few in the fed
You can't take what's in my head
This is only—
[Chorus]
Homie, it's the art of war
And I don't know what ya thinking
But when you see them lasers blinking
Next thing is the preacher preaching
And that he was a young man
Cause it's the art of war
I gotta keep my enemies close
And if you want my bread
Then I give you the toast
Stay popping the jacks
While jackin' your toes
That's a hood plan