Lyrics:
ain't doing nothing to the other person
I don't even feel that shit
You know what I'm saying?
I really need more haters
Talking to the ones in the back
bodies and miss you and in the back it can't be found (come around the wrong)
It ain't no game nigga it's that guerrilla war shit
Shot's at close range
the joint off his waist and hit him with that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill
It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga wit' will
to take a break, bring it back basics
They hate it
Usually I don't do this, but I feel like addressing shit
I better come first and ain't nobody gonna
shit is war
Motherfuck knocking on doors
I wage a war to the mirror on the wall
I had to learn incubate this inner hate
They say I reached my sell by
must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire shit
Everything must go
I wanna sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come
to see her
Said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Crystal out the freezer
I hopped in the two
(What, what, what)
Huh, it's time to separate all the trio
From the Bustas, you heard me
Drama, ahh
Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go to war
(What, what, what)
Huh, it's time to separate all the trio
From the Bustas, you heard me
Drama, ahh
Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go
grounded like gravity
I'm not dumbing it down for you dummies
I floss in the jaws of the feet cause you cavity
If you struggling, try me, keep going
Shit is
busy
We want war ain't trying to talk go tell your brothers ain't no treaties hoe (look)
I pop out alone niggas know my face and know I keep a chrome
Give it to ya raw!
Yo it's that old school shit
About 12 years old
Let's get physical operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
crazy bro like
You on sum A-Team shit I swear (Haha)
That's why you always been respected tho
Because you about your business and your work ethic really
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
it twilight
Weird hoe trapped by the moonlight
Mosh in a pit
Loose your shit
Fuck that shit
Tell your n**** suck a dick
Insomniac straight from my
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
Whipping that Boss shit
Spitting that Raw Shit
Haters be looking like aww shit
I run it up like cross fit watch this
I check back in to run up
The Art of War
The Art of War
Art of War
The Art of War
I had to play this shit in life called Art of War
Art of War
The Art of War
The Art of War
"This shit is garbage"
God's given me all this
Still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me like as a God, this is retarded
If only they knew,
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