Art of War TEC (Ft. Jackboy)
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[Chorus: TEC]
And I can't go like the rest of them
This purple flag my whole life, invested in
Them niggas hoes, we show no respect to them
No remorse, demenstrate [?]
[?] we taking it [?]
[?] Glocks spray when the K [?]
[?] operation when [?] nigga in charge
[?] don't know the nigga [?]
[Verse 1: TEC]
I refuse to get clapped, I don't move like you rappin niggas
Smoke them like ciggerettes, [?] pack of niggas
They got my nerves bad, I'm finna [?]
Broad day catch him in traffic, and blow like [?]
Put the police in the business, pointing at pictures, that's the nigga
They droppin M's on opps, won't drop a bag on a Master Splinter
[?] fuck the cops, and bring my niggas [?]
[?]
And I told these bitches [?]
[?] collide
Like the 4th of July, bombs gonna burst, so much smoke in the sky
Niggas see me, shooting and squeezing, but they closing their eyes
Open your eyes
[?] whole clip out the switch [?]
He was talking shit, now his grave getting pissed on
Park the whip, we get on our feet like the Flintstones
[?]
And I can't go like the rest of them
This purple flag my whole life, invested in
Them niggas hoes, we show no respect to them
No remorse, demenstrate [?]
[?] we taking it [?]
[?] Glocks spray when the K [?]
[?] operation when [?] nigga in charge
[?] don't know the nigga [?]
[Verse 1: TEC]
I refuse to get clapped, I don't move like you rappin niggas
Smoke them like ciggerettes, [?] pack of niggas
They got my nerves bad, I'm finna [?]
Broad day catch him in traffic, and blow like [?]
Put the police in the business, pointing at pictures, that's the nigga
They droppin M's on opps, won't drop a bag on a Master Splinter
[?] fuck the cops, and bring my niggas [?]
[?]
And I told these bitches [?]
[?] collide
Like the 4th of July, bombs gonna burst, so much smoke in the sky
Niggas see me, shooting and squeezing, but they closing their eyes
Open your eyes
[?] whole clip out the switch [?]
He was talking shit, now his grave getting pissed on
Park the whip, we get on our feet like the Flintstones
[?]
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