War Love

[Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x The battlefield is stained with blood Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts The grass is soaking with, the dirt Is turned to reddish mud Smoke is comin' out the wounds And bodies burnin' up It's War Love! [1st Verse, II Tone] Damn I can't think When my mind is on another level Situation critical I keep that heavy metal, cuz Everytime I see yo face My evil side be clickin' in Buckin', blastin', come out laughin' No remorse, I'm goin' in I don't understand my nigga I never was yo friend (your friend) All these years done pass my nigga And now it's time to meet yo end (your end) Cause I'm runnin', gunnin' for the money Who else said this shit was funny? Walk up on you slow And put that hot shit in yo tummy See my dreams are kinda strange When I'm fulla cocaine Still down with my click And we reppin' Black Rain I did scope yo pregnant wife And I hold that hoe ass hostage If the money ain't right Then I leave her like a sausage Grab the hoe by the neck Go cash for check All my goons got my back With the choppers on deck Run up in yo momma house Put that gun up in her mouth Let her know what about shit (?) [Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x The battlefield is stained with blood Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts The grass is soaking with the dirt Is turned to reddish mud Smoke is comin' out the wounds And bodies burnin' up It's War Love! [2nd Verse, Koopsta Knicca] ... It's a everyday job not to kill yall niggas Yall hatin' on this bitch just to come up Yall tought: "Lord and Koop, this is fucked up" It's best to just a laid low nigga We buck like that, shoot up the radio niggas Remember black fingernails, dressed in black Upside down cross, but no hoe do your (?) Chucky doll painted on the trunk of the truck Got (?) in hell like (?) vietnam Lick my nuts, suck my dick, (?) chick My guys ran a train on that bitch They smile in my face But these niggas don't like me They wanna get just like But they don't wanna fight me Like me, I brought the first plaque to the scene Motherfuckers hate me, welcome back Know I mean? [Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x The battlefield is stained with blood Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts The grass is soaking with the dirt Is turned to reddish mud Smoke is comin' out the wounds And bodies burnin' up It's War Love! [3rd Verse, Lord Infamous] I keep a bag of limes So when I put this 9 On niggas minds I can't help it When I write my rhymes I think by niggas dyin' Rippin' out the spine And hittin' lines to occupy my time In my laboratory: Frankenstein, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I'm the bodybuilder But I'm always tryin' to (?) I rap in my spare time But ain't shit could gettin' (?) crime Bitch you best not cross the line I peel the skin up off yo flesh Chillin' at the coroner He teachin' me how do that slick Hit you with the syringe Watch you goin' cardiac arrest If I like you when I fuck you off I would not leave a mess More or less, don't test my patience Or the hammer hit the pin Do you in and watch it on the news With yo ol' mammy then Rip out teeth and cut off fingers Burn 'em, can't identify Bag 'em, drag 'em (?) The rest (?) to petrify Is this title petrified I wanna see your insides Watch that goddamn blood Wipe your feet when you come inside [Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x The battlefield is stained with blood Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts The grass is soaking with the dirt Is turning reddish mud Smoke is comin' out the wounds And bodies burnin' up It's War Love!