[Lynch Talking] Art of War nigga, (nigga get in) The art of war, (I know where he at) Dedicated to the niggaz that feel they need to make a living off niggaz You know, check it out
[Brotha Lynch Hung] I smell pussy push me, I got a hard dick for killin' Go head and start shit wid the villain and get your heart split in a million pieces You need Jesus I can tell by your releases please He suck nuts for cheese somebody grease his knees If you suck nuts for a livin' trust me at least it's these Lynch haul all up in ya mouth tryna release the steam And you can rub it on like Visine And you can dub it all in high speed and watch that bitch nigga scream And it's nothin' it's no thing I hit the corner You was lucky and nosy nervous at the corner I woulda grabbed the body stabbed the body Then cut the body up like meat and eat 'em ganja leaves Grab the shotty and get away got away scott clean So you grab the body I'm in the Mozarotti Smashin' down I street, all the way from the jail house Gave it a chance and then I had to bail the hell out Tight shit but I don't wanna go through that Sittin' wid my celly like, how did I do that? See I had to leave 'em blue black, the fool's back Wid spits like jackler when ya runnin' wid two gats
[Hook: scratching of these lines] "There's a war going on outside" "The way of life is the way of death" "Coming from the thirty six chambers" (x2)
[Cos] Seems like I can't mash these days Cause everybody wanna try to blast C way Like everybody wanna pass these days But talk shit about my click we gon' blast these K's These niggaz gay cats jay cats walkin' cross the street When we see
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[Brotha Lynch Hung] I smell pussy push me, I got a hard dick for killin' Go head and start shit wid the villain and get your heart split in a million pieces You need Jesus I can tell by your releases please He suck nuts for cheese somebody grease his knees If you suck nuts for a livin' trust me at least it's these Lynch haul all up in ya mouth tryna release the steam And you can rub it on like Visine And you can dub it all in high speed and watch that bitch nigga scream And it's nothin' it's no thing I hit the corner You was lucky and nosy nervous at the corner I woulda grabbed the body stabbed the body Then cut the body up like meat and eat 'em ganja leaves Grab the shotty and get away got away scott clean So you grab the body I'm in the Mozarotti Smashin' down I street, all the way from the jail house Gave it a chance and then I had to bail the hell out Tight shit but I don't wanna go through that Sittin' wid my celly like, how did I do that? See I had to leave 'em blue black, the fool's back Wid spits like jackler when ya runnin' wid two gats
[Hook: scratching of these lines] "There's a war going on outside" "The way of life is the way of death" "Coming from the thirty six chambers" (x2)
[Cos] Seems like I can't mash these days Cause everybody wanna try to blast C way Like everybody wanna pass these days But talk shit about my click we gon' blast these K's These niggaz gay cats jay cats walkin' cross the street When we see
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