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

By the age of
My state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing dust
Then frowning hard on chorus
Proof was on the scene Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving
A garbage heap was brought
Stars eat
The nerve of
Diss us gators
So I venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive again
can match that
Blast at rib cage
Making spine hatch back
You fat tactics
And thoughts of
my dick out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm as a Tetris win
Dirty solo are respected men
Get for craft
Irritate me like infected
The ain't lookin' the same
Like a neglected
Some the scary
That's
To your crew, family, your friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
Left you flat like a drink
Got more styles than Diana swing
like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
Got in common
Y'all both
Proof the P-I-N
If I ain't the this year
The be my twin

Who's the ass nigga
mentioning my name?
No one to
I cock back your name
of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test
'cause five or less
I'll be at your
just a bitch
And I test you
And the you was with
already left you
So duck 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your
And cousins you ain't seen in
you believe in God
'cause nigga you pray
Pull your from the window
And from this AK
And done called the Proof and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't my nigga's lines
you on the shit list
These bullets are
And ain't no way in hell that you this
no apologies
Yo I see number on my caller ID
Bitch, stop me
the truce
Nigga I the deuce deuce
And my niggas go
Like a bunch of rats got loose
I'm for you nigga
So hide behind your
'cause all my believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
Burying right on top of each other
So somebody ask
I say you under the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter what the
can solve 'em
Keep a breathless
The tech whips

Walking you punks right to the edge of
We're way that
I pull me out a cartridge
I bank
Wettin' up your white top
While my nigga is stickin' up
Your nearest spot
Just another scarred liar
We make niggas pass out like
Flossin' my teeth barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me you live
Artist]
Highly
my wrist
Lickin' off this black
With my eyes flossed
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
for their Crunch Berries
My stay hot
Coat stomachs Malox
Run spots
Setting it off the guns that Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
bringing you back to life
Nigga we putting you in your
Running off with the mop like you got
But in my mind I'm
soon as I spot somethin'
And you fall
I know damn well I done somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my for frontin'
is
Your local sellers
pipe bombs in your church
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You these
Banging and ovaries
Till they the sheets
die from these
Blows we
You to be in some shit
you the underdog bitch
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
Call me Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause 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 hear me bitch? It's on
through my crib
Like your bout it your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You know he just a boy)
Fuck
I him off the wheels
And his bleel
Or bought a royal
And destroy him my steal
You ass
How you figure it will
Take your bitch on Jones
Then beat your ass on Springer
fuck with it
Or get your head and mouth bruised
a promise
Fuck *Hal
'till fade