Art of War

[Lynch Talking]<br>Art of War nigga, (nigga get in)<br>The art of war, (I know where he at)<br>Dedicated to the niggaz<br>that feel they need to make a living off niggaz<br>You know, check it out<br><br>[Brotha Lynch Hung]<br>I smell pussy push me, I got a hard dick for killin`<br>Go head and start shit wid the villain<br>and get your heart split in a million pieces<br>You need Jesus I can tell by your releases please<br>He suck nuts for cheese somebody grease his knees<br>If you suck nuts for a livin` trust me at least it`s these<br>Lynch haul all up in ya mouth tryna release the steam<br>And you can rub it on like Visine<br>And you can dub it all in high speed and watch that bitch nigga scream<br>And it`s nothin` it`s no thing I hit the corner<br>You was lucky and nosy nervous at the corner<br>I woulda grabbed the body stabbed the body<br>Then cut the body up like meat and eat `em ganja leaves<br>Grab the shotty and get away got away scott clean<br>So you grab the body I`m in the Mozarotti<br>Smashin` down I street, all the way from the jail house<br>Gave it a chance and then I had to bail the hell out<br>Tight shit but I don`t wanna go through that<br>Sittin` wid my celly like, how did I do that?<br>See I had to leave `em blue black, the fool`s back<br>Wid spits like jackler when ya runnin` wid two gats<br><br>[Hook: scratching of these lines]<br>"There`s a war going on outside"<br>"The way of life is the way of death"<br>"Coming from the thirty six chambers"<br>(x2)<br><br>[Cos]<br>Seems like I can`t mash these days<br>Cause everybody wanna try to blast C way<br>Like everybody wanna pass these days<br>But talk shit about my click we gon` blast these K`s<br>These niggaz gay cats jay cats walkin` cross the street<br>When we see `em I`m mashin` like we on a race track<br>These niggaz way wack, they knew that since way back<br>That`s why when you gave me your shit it got no playback<br>You niggaz play rap, we be on that real tip<br>We in the Source mag, we gain the ill tip<br>And if y`all don`t feel this, y`all must not feel shit<br>Don`t buy that nigga album man he a real bitch<br>This nigga tryna make a dollar off my nig`s shit<br>Don`t talk shit to gain fame that`s some ill shit<br>Come wid some real shit, and stop lyin`<br>Cause you ain`t never shot nobody and copped a diamond nigga<br><br>Hook<br><br>[Brotha Lynch]<br>Slim love you well slim joke, you been broke<br>Soon as these Blocc niggaz find out ya M-O that`s all she wrote<br>Cause Blocc niggaz don`t fuck wid nut riders we rough riders<br>Glock `til they call me the truck driver<br>I drive bodies down I-5 a, insane you`s a damn shame<br>You don`t sell a damn thang to hoes, here`s ya damn fame nigga<br>See you`s the same niiga that used to lick on the balls<br>And hum when I had `em in ya jaws ask D-E<br>I wrap CD cases and put `em on the shelf<br>I told you motherfuckas I`ll gi` you a lil` help<br>Cause if I really had funk wid you, I wouldn`t say shit<br>Just spray shit, come get you, ya done dizzle<br>All I gotta do is whistle and here comes the troops<br>Siccmade niggaz stompin` in steel toe boots<br>We get paid quicker I know it hurts but it`s the truth<br>Pretty motherfucka I take out ya tooth<br>Either that or watch the Uzi shake out the roof<br>How you want it?, like Burger King I`m murderin` and his woman<br>Trust me, it get tough out here<br>Motherfuckers could end up in a trunk out here<br>Can you feel it?<br><br>Hook