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Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the same
What style is Proof do this time?
Ya really know, huh?
is he gonna do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door year"
Fuck, all niggas
Fuck
Nigga said me and Bizarre each other
you
Low Key
Fuck nigga
Talking he battled me and beat me
you
And when I see you on the
I'm in your
Ya what I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind was gugarious
Various opponents whose was hilarious
you
Throwing dust
Then frowning hard on chorus
Proof was on the scene Nat Morris
Cold as a black in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was
Stars eat
The of haters
us perging gators
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool
can match that
Blast at rib cage
Making your spine hatch
You lack fat
And of Dexatrim
Whippin' my out on nuns
If say sex is sin
to Slim
I'm Shady as a win
Dirty solo are respected men
Get for craft
Irritate me like skin
The future ain't the same
a neglected twin
Some test the
That's
To kill your crew, family, friends
tech can carry
Knock paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft
Got more styles than Diana Ross
Zone like Rick when he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got in common
both whack
Proof the king
If I ain't the this year
The motherfucker be my

Who's the ass nigga
That's my name?
No one to
I cock back your name
None of y'all bitch ass wanna test
five minutes or less
I'll be at assets
You're just a
And I test you
And the niggas you was
already left you
So duck down 'cause Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and peers
And cousins you seen in years
you believe in God
'cause nigga you pray
Pull your from the window
And duck this AK
And done called the Proof and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my nigga's
you on the shit list
These bullets are
And ain't no way in hell you avoidin' this
Ain't no
Yo I see your number on my ID
Bitch, stop me
the truce
Nigga I pull the deuce
And my niggas go
Like a bunch of that got loose
I'm comin' for you
So hide behind your
'cause all my believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you startin'
Is you on for
assassins
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies on top of each other
So somebody ask
I just say you the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter the problem
can solve 'em
Keep a breathless
The whips regardless

Walking you punks right to the edge of
We're way that
When I me out a cartridge
I bank
Wettin' up your white top
my nigga Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest spot
Just scarred liar retired
We make niggas out like fliers
my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then harass
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
off this black tech
With my eyes bitch
up the Art of War
In the ghetto
And see holding your kids
Hostage for their Crunch
My pump hot
Coat like Malox
Run spots
Setting it off the guns that Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
bringing you back to life
Nigga we you in your caskets
off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my I'm thinking
Blast soon as I somethin'
And you fall
I know damn well I shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my windshield for
is
Your local weed
pipe bombs in your church
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You notice
Banging and ovaries
Till drop the sheets
Niggas'll die from
Blows we
You supposed to be in some
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
Call me Zoo
don't be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
Always 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm known to smack, stab, and on
Kick at, hit on, you me bitch? It's still on
through my crib
Like your bout it with your
Ain't you the nigga
Who was crying on his
on site boy
If you your life boy
(Yo Bugz, that nigga alone
You know he just a boy)
that
I smack him off the
And his bleel
Or a royal mope
And destroy him my steal
You ass
How you it will linger
Take your on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
Don't fuck it
Or get your head split and bruised
That's a
Fuck *Hal
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