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D12 - "Art Of War"
Lyrics to Art Of War : (feat. Bugz) [Proof] Tired of niggas rapping the same Talking the same, ya, hah Living in the same place What style is Proof gonna do this time' Ya really wanna know, huh' What is he gonna do' You got niggas who said, "Im out, Im out the door this year" Fuck, all them niggas Fuck *Einstein* Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each other Fuck you Fuck Low Key Fuck that nigga Talking bout he battled me and beat me Fuck you And when I see you on the streets Im in your grill Ya know what Im saying' Listen By the age of aquarius My mind state was gregarious Various opponents whose stature was hilarious Like you Throwing fairy dust Then frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris Cold as a black forest in these starving streets A garbage heap that was brought Stars could eat The nerve of haters Diss us perging gators So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas The primitive fool again None can match that Blast at your rib cage Making your spine hatch back You lack fat tactics And thoughts of Dexatrim Whippin my dick out on nuns If they say sex is sin Next to Slim Im Shady as a Tetris win Dirty Dozen solo are respected men Get known for craft Irritate me like infected skin The future aint lookin the same Like a neglected twin Some test the scary Thats unnecessary To kill your crew, family, your friends Your tech can carry Knock your paws off sync Left you flat like a soft drink Got more styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack You and Charli Baltimore Got something in common Yall both whack Proof the king P-I-N If I aint the best this year The motherfucker be my twin [Bizarre] Whos the bitch ass nigga Thats mentioning my name' No one to blame I just cock back your name None of yall bitch ass niggas wanna test Cuz five minutes or less Ill be at your assets Youre just a bitch And I wanna test you And the niggas you was with They already left you So duck down cuz Bizarre Kids comin here Shootin at you and your peers And cousins you aint seen in years Hope you believe in God Cuz nigga you better pray Pull your kids from the window And duck from this AK And already done called the Proof and Denaun And even if I want to I cant change my niggas lines Cuz you on the shit list These bullets are relentless And aint no way in hell that you avoidin this Aint no apologies Yo I see your number on my caller ID Bitch, stop callin me Fuck the truce Nigga I pull the deuce deuce And my niggas go wild Like a bunch of rats that got loose Im comin for you nigga So hide behind your door Cuz all my niggas believe in the Art Of War [Chorus x4] What you startin for' Is you on for war' Trife assassins Bringing you the art of war [Kuniva] Straight wylin Burying bodies right on top of each other So when somebody ask I just say you under the weather (Killer Eel) No matter what the problem Revolvers can solve em Keep a nigga breathless The tech whips regardless Heartless Walking you punks right to the edge of darkness Were way beyond that When I pull me out a cartridge I bank shots Wettin up your white tank top While my nigga Bugz is stickin up Your nearest gang spot Just another scarred liar retired We make niggas pass out like fliers Flossin my teeth with barbed wire Leavin a bloody mess Then harass kids And buy em a candy bar So they can tell me where you live [Kon Artis] Highly dangerous Spraining my wrist Lickin off this black tech With my eyes flossed bitch Look up the Art of War In the ghetto dictionary And see Bizarre holding your kids Hostage for their Crunch Berries My pump stay hot Coat stomachs like Malox Run away spots Setting it off with the guns that Dre got Ghetto seance But ass backwards Fuck bringing you back to life Nigga we putting you in your caskets Running off with the mop like you got somethin But in my mind Im thinking Blast soon as I spot somethin And when you fall I know damn well I done shot somethin And Im cleaning your brains Off my windshield for frontin D-12 is Your local weed sellers Throwing pipe bombs in your church To kill your elders The men on bitches like tracks You notice these Banging clits and ovaries Till they drop the sheets Niggasll die from these Blows we inflict You supposed to be in some shit Cuz you the underdog bitch [Chorus x2] [Bugz] Bugzll murder you In less than a word or two Bring the art of war to your door Call me Sonny Zoo Nigga dont be mad cuz your broad is a trick Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch) Niggas like you Im known to smack, stab, and spit on Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch' Its still on Calling through my crib Like your bout it with your shouts Aint you the same nigga Who was crying on his couch Apologize on site boy If you like your life boy (Yo Bugz, leave that nigga alone You know he just a white boy) Fuck that I smack him off the wheels And take his bleel Or bought a royal mope And destroy him with my steal You pussy ass How you figure it will linger Take your bitch on Jenny Jones Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer Dont fuck with it Or get your head split and mouth bruised Thats a promise Fuck Hal Shoes [Chorus til fade] [ Art Of War Lyrics ]
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