Lyrics:
it's my turn
I give and I go when I get that drop like
Bitch it's my turn
If He want war tell em he can die
Like Bitch it's my turn
them niggahs that's
living in peace, No War
Why can't Biafra do the same, We're the light that will shine for Africa
Until Biafra is free and strong, black race suffereth
of funny to me
They know they was f***in" with me but they dumb to see
Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks
Eleven of us in the section matching jewelry
Fuck a payout rather give em' opportunity
It ain't what you know it's who you know I'm networkin
War scars all
split up the cake in three ways
my partners down, I'm feeling the pain
and when we up, find us out trying to live
"I got lots of love for my crew that is"
your family and wives with no guilt
No lines drawn, It's all out war for domination
Robbing safes in safe houses, no leaving traces
Destruction, Black
heart in my friends
Started writing bars, I was trying to be the hardest on endz'
And then we split half of the endz'
A few altercations in a week, we
defective
When the Goonies split forever?
‘Cause them niggas added Glu
(e) , then they couldn’t stick together!
Now you jokin’ in your rounds
Is how the fans
the morning breaks inside
The hopeful dawn is split in half
Inside the crumbling fortress of my eyes
When all the wars have deserted my mind
You will see by
run away from my pen
Right where the war begins, that's where it's going in
Can't see the footprints in the sand cause I'm carried by the wind
Been
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop a X, boot up (yeah)
War time, suit up (yeah)
Yeah
Pop a X, boot up (pop a X,
done been put in the work, and now it's time to pay off
I told that bitch to suck my dick, and don't forget bout' my balls
I call my nigga up for war
(Ola bafethu!)
Yuh, yuh... (Ola ola ola bafethu!)
I had to take a walk for a minute
Mind been at war for a minute
Baby know I'm home when I'm in it
on the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able
Invincible, official nigga who they come to
For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store
Triple W in curo son
here long ago
Didn't think of coming back
But it seems that
I fell right in again
I'm stuck in here for long
For as long as it takes
The war to be
I'm a stick up kid, you can tell by my walk
Bitches love how my teeth shine when I talk
Big facts until I'm lying in court
Can't chat to me, my
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
door
'cause 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
Ill Will ill Will's alive yea Killah Priest
Nasdaq Dow Jones ha ha
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
intertwined by destiny's hand
You're the calm in my chaos, the storm in my calm
With armor forged, from nights so long
Together we're fierce, a symphony
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.
Body bags, fish it (?) like Harland (?),
When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.
Watchin'
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