Текст песни D-12 f Bugz - Art of War, слова песни D-12 f Bugz

Текст песни D-12 f Bugz - Art of War

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[Proof]Tired of niggas rapping the sameTalking the same, ya, hahLiving in the same placeWhat style is Proof gonna do this time?Ya really wanna know, huh?What is he gonna do?You got niggas who said,"I`m out, I`m out the door this year"Fuck, all them niggasFuck *Einstein*Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each otherFuck youFuck Low KeyFuck that niggaTalking `bout he battled me and beat meFuck youAnd when I see you on the streetsI`m in your grillYa know what I`m saying?ListenBy the age of aquariusMy mind state was gregariousVarious opponents whose stature was hilariousLike youThrowing fairy dustThen frowning hard on whack chorusProof was on the scene before Nat MorrisCold as a black forest in these starving streetsA garbage heap that was broughtStars could eatThe nerve of hatersDiss us perging gatorsSo I spit venom at you through your serve in vegasThe primitive fool againNone can match thatBlast at your rib cageMaking your spine hatch backYou lack fat tacticsAnd thoughts of DexatrimWhippin` my dick out on nunsIf they say sex is sinNext to SlimI`m Shady as a Tetris winDirty Dozen solo are respected menGet known for craftIrritate me like infected skinThe future ain`t lookin` the sameLike a neglected twinSome test the scaryThat`s unnecessaryTo kill your crew, family, your friendsYour tech can carryKnock your paws off syncLeft you flat like a soft drinkGot more styles than Diana Ross swingZone like Rick James when he smoke crackYou and Charli BaltimoreGot something in commonY`all both whackProof the king P-I-NIf I ain`t the best this yearThe motherfucker be my twin[Bizarre]Who`s the bitch ass niggaThat`s mentioning my name?No one to blameI just cock back your nameNone of y`all bitch ass niggas wanna testCuz five minutes or lessI`ll be at your assetsYou`re just a bitchAnd I wanna test youAnd the niggas you was withThey already left youSo duck down cuz Bizarre Kid`s comin` hereShootin` at you and your peersAnd cousins you ain`t seen in yearsHope you believe in GodCuz nigga you better prayPull your kids from the windowAnd duck from this AKAnd already done called the Proof and DenaunAnd even if I want toI can`t change my nigga`s linesCuz you on the shit listThese bullets are relentlessAnd ain`t no way in hell that you avoidin` thisAin`t no apologiesYo I see your number on my caller IDBitch, stop callin` meFuck the truceNigga I pull the deuce deuceAnd my niggas go wildLike a bunch of rats that got looseI`m comin` for you niggaSo hide behind your doorCuz all my niggas believe in the Art Of WarChorus (x4)What you startin` for?Is you on for war?Trife assassinsBringing you the art of war[Kuniva]Straight wylin`Burying bodies right on top of each otherSo when somebody askI just say you under the weather (Killer Eel)No matter what the problemRevolvers can solve `emKeep a nigga breathlessThe tech whips regardlessHeartlessWalking you punks right to the edge of darknessWe`re way beyond thatWhen I pull me out a cartridgeI bank shotsWettin` up your white tank topWhile my nigga Bugz is stickin` upYour nearest gang spotJust another scarred liar retiredWe make niggas pass out like fliersFlossin` my teeth with barbed wireLeavin` a bloody messThen harass kidsAnd buy `em a candy barSo they can tell me where you live[Kon Artis]Highly dangerousSpraining my wristLickin` off this black techWith my eyes flossed bitchLook up the Art of WarIn the ghetto dictionaryAnd see Bizarre holding your kidsHostage for their Crunch BerriesMy pump stay hotCoat stomachs like MaloxRun away spotsSetting it off with the guns that Dre gotGhetto sйanceBut ass backwardsFuck bringing you back to lifeNigga we putting you in your casketsRunning off with the mop like you got somethin`But in my mind I`m thinkingBlast soon as I spot somethin`And when you fallI know damn well I done shot somethin`And I`m cleaning your brainsOff my windshield for frontin`D-12 isYour local weed sellersThrowing pipe bombs in your churchTo kill your eldersThe men on bitches like tracksYou notice theseBanging clits and ovariesTill they drop the sheetsNiggas`ll die from theseBlows we inflictYou supposed to be in some shitCuz you the underdog bitchChorus (x2)[Bugz]Bugz`ll murder youIn less than a word or twoBring the art of war to your doorCall me Sonny ZooNigga don`t be mad cuz your broad is a trickAlways dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)Niggas like youI`m known to smack, stab, and spit onKick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It`s still onCalling through my cribLike your bout it with your shoutsAin`t you the same niggaWho was crying on his couchApologize on site boyIf you like your life boy(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga aloneYou know he just a white boy)Fuck thatI smack him off the wheelsAnd take his bleelOr bought a royal mopeAnd destroy him with my steal

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Art of War

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