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Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the same
style is Proof gonna do this 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 state was
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing dust
Then hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in starving streets
A heap that was brought
Stars eat
The of haters
us perging gators
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool
None can that
Blast at your rib
Making your spine hatch
You fat tactics
And thoughts of
my dick out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm Shady as a win
Dirty Dozen are respected men
Get known for
me like infected skin
The ain't lookin' the same
Like a twin
test the scary
That's
To kill your crew, family, your
tech can carry
Knock your paws off
Left you flat like a soft
Got more styles than Diana swing
Zone like Rick when he smoke crack
You and Charli
Got in common
both whack
Proof the king
If I ain't the this year
The be my twin

Who's the bitch ass
That's my name?
No one to
I cock back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas test
'cause minutes or less
I'll be at assets
just a bitch
And I wanna you
And the niggas you was
They left you
So duck down 'cause Bizarre comin' here
at you and your peers
And cousins you seen in years
Hope you in God
'cause nigga you pray
your kids from the window
And from this AK
And already done the Proof and Denaun
And if I want to
I can't change my nigga's
'cause you on the shit
These are relentless
And ain't no way in hell you avoidin' this
no apologies
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 rats that got
I'm comin' for you
So hide behind your
all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you startin'
Is you on for
assassins
you the art of war

Straight
bodies right on top of each other
So when ask
I just say you the weather (Killer Eel)
No what the problem
can solve 'em
Keep a breathless
The tech whips

Walking you punks right to the of darkness
We're way that
When I me out a cartridge
I shots
Wettin' up white tank top
While my nigga Bugz is up
Your nearest gang
Just another scarred liar
We make pass out like fliers
my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
Then kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can me where you live
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
With my flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see Bizarre holding your
for their Crunch Berries
My stay hot
Coat like Malox
Run away
Setting it off with the guns Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
Fuck bringing you back to
Nigga we putting you in your
Running off the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm
Blast soon as I somethin'
And you fall
I know damn well I done shot
And I'm cleaning brains
Off my windshield for
is
Your local weed
pipe bombs in your church
To kill elders
The men on bitches tracks
You these
clits and ovaries
Till drop the sheets
Niggas'll die from
we inflict
You supposed to be in some
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less than a or two
Bring the art of war to door
Call me Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your is a trick
dialing 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
Calling my crib
your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
Apologize on boy
If you your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave nigga alone
You he just a white boy)
Fuck
I smack him off the
And his bleel
Or a royal mope
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it will
your bitch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
Don't with it
Or get your head split and mouth
a promise
Fuck *Hal
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