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

By the age of
My mind was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing dust
Then frowning hard on whack
was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these streets
A heap that was brought
Stars eat
The of haters
Diss us perging
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The fool again
None can that
Blast at rib cage
Making your spine hatch
You fat tactics
And of Dexatrim
Whippin' my out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm Shady as a win
Dozen solo are respected men
Get for craft
Irritate me like infected
The future ain't the same
a neglected twin
Some the scary
unnecessary
To your crew, family, your friends
Your can carry
Knock your off sync
Left you flat like a soft
Got more styles than Diana swing
Zone like Rick James when he crack
You and Charli
Got something in
Y'all both
Proof the P-I-N
If I ain't the this year
The be my twin

Who's the ass nigga
That's my name?
No one to
I just cock back your
of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test
'cause five or less
I'll be at assets
You're just a
And I test you
And the niggas you was
They already you
So down 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your
And you ain't seen in years
Hope you in God
nigga you better pray
Pull kids from the window
And duck this AK
And already done called the and Denaun
And if I want to
I can't change my lines
'cause you on the list
These bullets are
And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin'
no apologies
Yo I see your number on my ID
Bitch, stop me
the truce
Nigga I pull the deuce
And my niggas go
a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you
So hide behind door
'cause all my niggas in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
assassins
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies right on top of each
So when ask
I just say you under the (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 beyond
When I me out a cartridge
I bank
Wettin' up white tank top
While my Bugz is stickin' up
nearest gang spot
Just another scarred liar
We make pass out like fliers
Flossin' my with barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off black tech
With my flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the ghetto
And see Bizarre holding kids
for their Crunch Berries
My pump hot
Coat stomachs Malox
Run spots
Setting it off with the guns 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 soon as I spot
And when you
I know well I done shot somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my for frontin'
is
Your weed sellers
Throwing pipe in your church
To kill elders
The men on bitches tracks
You these
clits and ovaries
Till they drop the
Niggas'll die these
we inflict
You supposed to be in some
'cause you the bitch
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In than a word or two
the art of war to your door
Call me Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your is a trick
dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's on
Calling my crib
Like bout it with your shouts
you the same nigga
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like your boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You he just a white boy)
Fuck
I smack him off the
And take his
Or a royal mope
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it linger
Take your on Jenny Jones
Then beat ass on Jerry Springer
fuck with it
Or get your head split and mouth
That's a
*Hal Shoes*
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