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

By the age of
My state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing fairy
Then hard on whack chorus
was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving
A garbage heap was brought
could eat
The nerve of
Diss us gators
So I spit venom at you through your in vegas
The fool again
can match that
Blast at your rib
your spine hatch back
You lack fat
And of Dexatrim
my dick 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 infected skin
The future ain't the same
Like a twin
test the scary
That's
To your crew, family, your friends
tech can carry
Knock paws off sync
Left you flat like a drink
Got more than Diana Ross swing
Zone Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got something in
Y'all whack
Proof the king
If I the best this year
The be my twin

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

Straight
Burying bodies on top of each other
So when ask
I just say you the weather (Killer Eel)
No what the problem
can solve 'em
Keep a nigga
The tech whips

Walking you right to the edge of darkness
way beyond that
When I pull me out a
I shots
up your white tank top
While my Bugz is stickin' up
Your gang spot
Just another scarred retired
We make niggas pass out like
Flossin' my with barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then harass
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
With my eyes flossed
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see Bizarre holding kids
Hostage for their Berries
My stay hot
stomachs like Malox
Run spots
it off with the guns that Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
bringing you back to life
Nigga we putting you in caskets
off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm
Blast as I spot somethin'
And you fall
I know damn well I shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my windshield for
is
Your local weed
Throwing pipe bombs in church
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You notice
clits and ovaries
Till they drop the
Niggas'll die these
we inflict
You supposed to be in shit
you the underdog bitch
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less a word or two
the art of war to your door
Call me Zoo
Nigga be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
Always 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm to smack, stab, and spit on
at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my
Like bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
Apologize on boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, that nigga alone
You know he a white boy)
Fuck
I smack him off the
And his bleel
Or a royal mope
And destroy him my steal
You ass
How you figure it linger
Take your bitch on Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
fuck with it
Or get your head split and mouth
a promise
Fuck Shoes*
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