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

By the age of
My state was gugarious
Various whose stature was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
Then frowning hard on chorus
was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these streets
A garbage heap that was
could eat
The nerve of
us perging gators
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The fool again
None can match
at your rib cage
Making your spine back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
my dick out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm Shady as a win
Dirty Dozen solo are men
Get for craft
Irritate me infected skin
The ain't lookin' the same
a neglected twin
Some the scary
That's
To kill your crew, family, friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
Left you like a soft drink
Got more than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James he smoke crack
You and Charli
Got in common
Y'all both
Proof the king
If I ain't the this year
The motherfucker be my

Who's the bitch ass
That's mentioning my
No one to
I just back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas test
five minutes or less
I'll be at your
just a bitch
And I wanna you
And the niggas you was
They left you
So duck down 'cause Kid's comin' here
at you and your peers
And cousins you ain't seen in
you believe in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your from the window
And duck this AK
And already called the Proof and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my nigga's
'cause you on the list
bullets are relentless
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 go wild
Like a bunch of rats that got
I'm for you nigga
So hide your door
'cause all my 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 other
So when ask
I just say you under the (Killer Eel)
No matter the problem
Revolvers can 'em
Keep a nigga
The tech regardless

Walking you punks right to the edge of
We're way beyond
When I me out a cartridge
I bank
Wettin' up your tank top
While my Bugz is stickin' up
nearest gang spot
Just another liar retired
We make niggas out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth barbed wire
Leavin' a bloody
Then harass
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
my eyes flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the ghetto
And see Bizarre holding your
Hostage for their Berries
My stay hot
Coat stomachs like
Run away
it off with the guns that Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
Fuck bringing you to life
we putting you in your caskets
Running off with the mop like you got
But in my mind I'm
Blast soon as I somethin'
And when you
I know damn well I shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my windshield for
is
Your weed sellers
Throwing pipe bombs in church
To kill your
The men on bitches tracks
You notice
clits and ovaries
Till drop the sheets
die from these
Blows we
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
Call me Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your broad is a
Always 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
like you
I'm to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you me bitch? It's still on
Calling my crib
Like your bout it with your
Ain't you the 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)
that
I smack him off the
And his bleel
Or bought a royal
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it linger
Take your bitch on Jenny
Then beat your ass on Springer
Don't with it
Or get head split and mouth bruised
a promise
Fuck Shoes*
'till fade