D-12 - Art Of War lyrics

[Proof] Tired of n***as 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***as who said, "I'm out, I'm out the door this year" f**, all them n***as f** *Einstein* n***a said me and Bizarre hate each other f** you f** Low Key f** that n***a Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me f** 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 dick out on nuns If they say s** is sin Next to Slim I'm Shady as a Tetris 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 k** 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**er be my twin [Bizarre] Who's the b**h a** n***a That's mentioning my name? No one to blame I just co*k back your name None of y'all b**h a** n***as wanna test 'cause five minutes or less I'll be at your a**ets You're just a b**h And I wanna test you And the n***as 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***a 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***a's lines 'cause you on the sh** 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**h, stop callin' me f** the truce n***a I pull the deuce deuce And my n***as go wild Like a bunch of rats that got loose I'm comin' for you n***a So hide behind your door 'cause all my n***as believe in the Art Of War Chorus (x4) What you startin' for? Is you on for war? Trife a**a**ins 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 (k**er Eel) No matter what the problem Revolvers can solve 'em Keep a n***a 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***a Bugz is stickin' up Your nearest gang spot Just another scarred liar retired We make n***as pa** out like fliers Flossin' my teeth with barbed wire Leavin' a bloody mess Then hara** 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**h 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 a** backwards f** bringing you back to life n***a 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 k** your elders The men on b**hes like tracks You notice these Banging clits and ovaries Till they drop the sheets n***as'll die from these Blows we inflict You supposed to be in some sh** 'cause you the underdog b**h Chorus (x2) [Bugz] Bugz'll murder you In less than a word or two Bring the art of war to your door Call me Sonny Zoo n***a don't be mad 'cause your broad is a trick Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (b**h) n***as like you I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on Kick at, hit on, you hear me b**h? It's still on Calling through my crib Like your bout it with your shouts Ain't you the same n***a Who was crying on his couch Apologize on site boy If you like your life boy (Yo Bugz, leave that n***a alone You know he just a white boy) f** that I smack him off the wheels And take his bleel Or bought a royal mope And destroy him with my steal You p**y a** How you figure it will linger Take your b**h on Jenny Jones Then beat your a** on Jerry Springer Don't f** with it Or get your head split and mouth bruised That's a promise f** *Hal Shoes* Chorus 'till fade