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Tired of niggas rapping the
the same, ya, hah
Living in the place
style 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 this year"
Fuck, all them
*Einstein*
Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each
you
Low Key
Fuck nigga
Talking he battled me and beat me
you
And I see you on the streets
I'm in your
Ya what I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind was gugarious
Various whose stature was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
Then frowning hard on chorus
Proof was on the scene before Nat
Cold as a black forest in starving streets
A garbage heap that was
could eat
The of haters
us perging gators
So I venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool
None can that
at your rib cage
Making your hatch back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
Whippin' my dick out on
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm as a Tetris win
Dirty Dozen are respected men
Get known for
Irritate me like skin
The ain't lookin' the same
a neglected twin
Some test the
unnecessary
To kill your crew, family, your
Your can carry
your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft
Got more styles Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got something in
both whack
Proof the P-I-N
If I the best this year
The motherfucker be my

Who's the bitch ass
That's mentioning my
No one to
I just cock back your
None of y'all bitch ass wanna test
five minutes or less
I'll be at assets
just a bitch
And I test you
And the you was with
They left you
So duck down 'cause Bizarre comin' here
Shootin' at you and peers
And cousins you seen in years
you believe in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your kids from the
And duck this AK
And already done the Proof and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't my nigga's lines
you on the shit list
These are relentless
And ain't no way in that you avoidin' this
Ain't no
Yo I see number on my caller ID
Bitch, stop me
Fuck the
I pull the deuce deuce
And my niggas go
Like a bunch of that got loose
I'm comin' for you
So hide behind door
'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 to the edge of darkness
way beyond that
When I pull me out a
I bank
Wettin' up your white top
While my nigga Bugz is up
Your nearest spot
Just another scarred liar
We niggas pass out like fliers
my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a bloody
Then kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off black tech
With my eyes bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
for their Crunch Berries
My pump 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 your
Running off the mop like you got somethin'
But in my I'm thinking
soon as I spot somethin'
And you fall
I know well I done shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning brains
Off my windshield for
is
Your local weed
pipe bombs in your church
To kill your
The men on bitches tracks
You these
Banging and ovaries
Till drop the sheets
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
Bring the art of war to your
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 your bout it your shouts
Ain't you the same
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, that nigga alone
You know he just a boy)
that
I smack him off the
And his bleel
Or bought a royal
And him with my steal
You ass
How you figure it will
Take bitch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
fuck with it
Or get your split and mouth bruised
That's a
Fuck *Hal
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