Art Of War Lyrics - D-12

[Proof] 

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 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 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-I-N 

If I ain't the best this year 

The motherfucker be my twin 

[Bizarre] 

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 lines 

'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 

Chorus (x4) 

What you startin' for? 

Is you on for war? 

Trife assassins 

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 (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 

[Kon Artist] 

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 clits and ovaries 

Till they drop the sheets 

Niggas'll die from these 

Blows we inflict 

You supposed to be in some shit 

'cause you the underdog bitch 

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 

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* 

Chorus 'till fade