Benji Brothers - Art of War Lyrics

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F*ck an eye for an eye niggas its war,

You killed my brother so I'm killing 10 of yours

When I get that chance I'm sending yo ass to the morgue

????, blood on my hand sweat in my pours



I'm painting pictures with this fire, art of war

Hop out and tote it, we ain't shooting out no cars!

Can't get to you kidnap yo momma it ain't hard

???? it's always casualties at war.



C.K hop out open fire,

Im aiming for yo chest, ??? aiming high

My troops on feet don't think shit sweet yo life is ours

Im a man of my word when I told you that it was war I was no lying.

F*ck a bomb we throwing Missile

Seven, six toes shaking from this AK pistol

Shoot you down no I wont miss you

???? gone, my mind gone, empathy out the window.

I can put twenty on yo head, but this shit personal

I aint gone stop until you dead, ima be the first to know

C.K told me hold my head, and play the goofies close.

We on tour so when its war on Im gone hit the road.





F*ck an eye for an eye nigga its war,

You killed my brother so I'm killing 10 of yours

When I get that chance I'm sending yo ass to the morgue

???, blood on my hand sweat in my pours



I'm painting pictures with this fire, art of war

Hop out and tote it, we aint shooting out no cars!

Can't get to you kidnap yo moma it aint hard

??? its always casualties at war.





Is he rollin, Is he rollin , bitch I might be.

All that talkin, all that jivin, don't excite me.

I just came up on some bands, up in a white tee.

Say he gone touch me, do it then, be just like Nike.

At the show I cashed out on a bunch of sticks

Me and bro we bossed up on a bunch of shit

I got love for the gang, yea im true to this.

Finna go M.I.A with your bull shit.

Remember back in the day we was hitting licks

We get up on your ass just to pay the rent.

Rest in peace to ??? know he heaven sent.

Cant forget about ??? he was stretching shit out.





F*ck an eye for an eye nigga its war,

You killed my brother so I'm killing 10 of yours

When I get that chance I'm sending yo ass to the morgue

????, blood on my hand sweat in my pours



I'm painting pictures with this fire, art of war

Hop out and tote it, we aint shooting out no cars!

Can't get to you kidnap yo moma it aint hard

its always casualties at war.