Art Of War lyrics

[Proof]
Tired of n*ggas 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 n*ggas who said
"I'm out, I'm out the door this year"
f*ck, all them n*ggas
f*ck *Einstein*
n*gga said me and Bizarre hate each other
f*ck you
f*ck *Low Key*
f*ck that n*gga
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
f*ck you
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
Listen
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
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 di*k out on nuns
If they say sex is sin
Next to Slim
I'm Shady as a Texas win
Dirty Dozen solo are respected men
Get known for craft
Irritate me like infected skin
The future ain't lookin' the same
Like a neglected twin
Some test the scary
That's 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
Y'all both whack
Proof the king P-I-N
If I ain't the best this year
The motherf*cker be my twin
[Bizarre]
Who's the b*tch ass n*gga That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame I just c*ck back your name
None of y'all b*tch ass n*ggas wanna test
Cause five minutes or less I'll be at your assets
You're just a b*tch And I wanna test you
And the n*ggas you was with They already left you
So duck down cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your peers
And cousins you ain't seen in years
Hope you believe in God Cause n*gga 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 can't change my n*gga's minds
Cause you on the sh*t list
These bullets are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin' this
Ain't no apologies
Yo I see your number on my caller ID
b*tch, stop callin' me
f*ck the truce n*gga I pull the deuce deuce
And my n*ggas go wild Like a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you n*gga So hide behind your door
Cause all my n*ggas believe in the Art Of War

[Hook]
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife assassins
Bringing you the art of war (x4)
[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 n*gga breathless The tech whips regardless
Heartless Walking you punks right to the edge of darkness
We're way beyond that When I pull me out a cartridge
I bank shots Wettin' up your white tank top
While my n*gga Bugz is stickin' up Your nearest gang spot
Just another scarred liar retired
We make n*ggas 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 Artist]
Highly dangerous spraining my wrist
Lickin' off this black tech with my eyes flossed b*tch
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 séance but ass backwards
f*ck bringing you back to life
n*gga we putting you in your caskets
Running off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm thinking blast soon as I spot somethin'
And when you fall I know damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm 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 b*tches like tracks you notice these
Banging clits and ovaries 'til they drop the sheets
n*ggas'll die from these blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some sh*t 'cause you the underdog b*tch
[Hook]
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife assassins
Bringing you the art of war (x2)

[Bugz]
Bugz'll murder you In less than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your door call me Sun Tzu
n*gga don't be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-di*k (b*tch)
n*ggas like you I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me b*tch? It's still on
Calling through my crib like your 'bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same n*gga who was crying on his couch
Apologize on site boy If you like your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that n*gga alone you know he just a white boy)
f*ck that
I smack him off the wheels and take his bleel
Or bought a royal mope and destroy him with my steal
You pus*y ass how you figure it will linger
Take your b*tch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry Springer
Don't f*ck with it or get your head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise f*ck Hal Shoes

[Hook]
What you startin' for?
Is you on for war?
Trife assassins
Bringing you the art of war...