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Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the place
What style is Proof gonna do time?
Ya wanna 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 hate each
you
Low Key
Fuck that
'bout he battled me and beat me
you
And I see you on the streets
I'm in grill
Ya know I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind state was
opponents whose stature was hilarious
you
Throwing dust
Then hard on whack chorus
was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was
Stars eat
The nerve of
us perging gators
So I spit venom at you through your serve in
The primitive again
can match that
Blast at rib cage
Making your spine hatch
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 skin
The ain't lookin' the same
a neglected twin
Some test the
unnecessary
To kill crew, family, your friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
Left you like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana swing
Zone like Rick James he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got something in
Y'all both
Proof the king
If I ain't the this year
The be my twin

Who's the ass nigga
That's mentioning my
No one to
I just cock your name
None of y'all bitch ass wanna test
'cause five minutes or
I'll be at assets
You're just a
And I wanna you
And the niggas you was
already left you
So duck 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your
And cousins you ain't seen in
Hope you in God
nigga you better pray
Pull kids from the window
And duck from AK
And already done called the and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my lines
'cause you on the list
These are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you this
no apologies
Yo I see number on my caller ID
Bitch, callin' me
the truce
Nigga I the deuce deuce
And my niggas go
a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm for you nigga
So hide behind door
all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you startin'
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies right on top of each
So somebody ask
I just say you under the (Killer Eel)
No matter what the
Revolvers can 'em
Keep a breathless
The tech regardless

Walking you punks to the edge of darkness
We're way that
I pull 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 niggas pass out like
Flossin' my teeth barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then harass
And buy 'em a bar
So can tell me where you live
[Kon
dangerous
Spraining my
off this black tech
With my eyes bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
Hostage for Crunch Berries
My stay hot
Coat stomachs Malox
Run away
Setting it off with the guns Dre got
séance
But ass
Fuck bringing you back to
Nigga we putting you in your
off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm
Blast soon as I somethin'
And you fall
I damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my windshield for
is
Your weed sellers
Throwing pipe bombs in church
To kill your
The men on bitches like
You these
Banging and ovaries
they drop the sheets
Niggas'll die these
we inflict
You supposed to be in some
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In than a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
me Sonny Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your broad is a
dialing 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
Calling my crib
Like your bout it your shouts
you the same nigga
Who was crying on his
Apologize on boy
If you your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You know he a white boy)
that
I smack him off the
And take his
Or a royal mope
And him with my steal
You ass
How you figure it linger
Take your bitch on Jenny
Then beat your ass on Springer
Don't with it
Or get your head and mouth bruised
a promise
Fuck *Hal
'till fade