D12 - Art Of War lyrics
[D12 - Art Of War lyrics]
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
"I'm out, I'm 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
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 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-IN
If I ain't the best this year
The motherfucker be my twin
Who's the bitch ass nigga
That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame I just cock back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test
Cause five minutes or less I'll
Be at your assets
You're just a bitch And I wanna test you
And the niggas 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
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
Can't change my nigga's minds
Cause you on the shit 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
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
I'm comin' for you nigga So
Hide behind your door
Cause all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war
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
We're 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
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 séance 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 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 bitches like
Tracks you notice these
Banging clit's and ovaries 'til
They drop the sheets
Niggas'll die from these blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some shit
'cause you the underdog bitch
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war
Bugz'll murder you In less than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your
Door call me Sun Tzu
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your
Broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas like you I'm known to smack, stab
And spit on kick at, hit on
You hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my crib like your
'bout it with your shouts
Ain't 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
Don't fuck with it or get your
Head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise fuck Hal Shoes
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war
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
"I'm out, I'm 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
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 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-IN
If I ain't the best this year
The motherfucker be my twin
Who's the bitch ass nigga
That's mentioning my name?
No one to blame I just cock back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna test
Cause five minutes or less I'll
Be at your assets
You're just a bitch And I wanna test you
And the niggas 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
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
Can't change my nigga's minds
Cause you on the shit 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
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
I'm comin' for you nigga So
Hide behind your door
Cause all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war
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
We're 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
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 séance 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 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 bitches like
Tracks you notice these
Banging clit's and ovaries 'til
They drop the sheets
Niggas'll die from these blows we inflict
You supposed to be in some shit
'cause you the underdog bitch
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war
Bugz'll murder you In less than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your
Door call me Sun Tzu
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your
Broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas like you I'm known to smack, stab
And spit on kick at, hit on
You hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my crib like your
'bout it with your shouts
Ain't 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
Don't fuck with it or get your
Head split and mouth bruised
That's a promise fuck Hal Shoes
What you startin' for? Is you on for war?
Trife assassins bringing you the art of war