This is... This is... This is Fumez The Engineer Yeah, they talk about scores One Yeah... But these people ain't scorin’ Sho Now we keep it quiet This is... So they tell us were borin' Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in One Yeah Sho Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah) But these people ain't scorin’ Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin' Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, it's the art of war Bad when I'm on my ones Tell 'em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah It's the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course It's the art of war Opp boy still tryna get me Feds just wanna arrest me Tryna hit a meal like Heskey My pokers can't ever be empty I’m the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Guess who niggas are Jeffery? M Huncho, RV and Headie Dats Neymar, Suarez and Messi I’m puttin' work for my gunners Now I feel like seeing them again I’m just tryna get rich They got me risking my freedom again I scored points in the field I can't wait for the season again Cos I got new beef So it's gonna get season again That means you get slaughtered When niggas get peppered I need P for a mortgage So I got spots like a leopard Wrist in a Pyrex bowl So you know I'm whippin’ with tekkers I'll rise dat pole Fuck 5.0, we did it with leathers Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah) But these people ain't scorin' Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin' Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, it's the art of war Bad when I'm on my ones Tell 'em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah It's the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course It's the art of war I don't care if bro's on a wrong I can never lef' my friend .32 or the .44 long I can never lef' that skeng Every other day it's 90 on the M Every other day I gotta lef' the ends I've been out 'ere tryna do right How many times did the smoke go left Still do it for myslef or do it for the gang Do it for the cause I got six in the spin-spin ting There's no way that the skeng can pause Seventeen, had a link for the AM First time I tried it, it stalled I just had to finnese that ore Enemies and frendemies Theres only a few I can trust I keep my eyes on the ball like penalty What you know 'bout T house settings There's nuttin' but chicken and chips from Tennese That put me in Chelsea This steaks just giving me energy Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah) But these people ain't scorin' Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin' Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, it's the art of war Bad when I'm on my ones Tell 'em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah It's the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course It's the art of war