War Love - II Tone, Koopsta Knigga, Lord Infamous

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!

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 (?)

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!

… y’all niggas

It’s a everyday job not to kill y’all niggas

Y’all hatin' on this bitch just to come up

Y’all thought: «Lord and Koop, this is fucked up»

It’s best to just to lay 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 pedicure

Chucky doll painted on the trunk of the truck

Got (?) in hell like we from 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 be just like me 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?

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!

I keep a bag of lines so when I put this nine on niggas minds

I can’t help it when I write my rhymes I think 'bout niggas dyin'

Rippin' out a spine and hittin' lines to occupy my time

In my laboratory: Frankenstein, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I’m no bodybuilder but I’m always tryin' to pump some iron

I rap in my spare time but ain’t shit could get in heinous crimes

Bitch you best not cross the line, I peel the skin up off yo flesh

Chillin' at the coroner, he teachin' me how to dissect

Hit you with the syringe, watch you goin' cardiac arrest

If I liked you when I fought 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 and drag and tag the fag and rest in place to petrify

(?) petrified I wanna see your insides

Watch that goddamn blood, wipe your feet when you come inside

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!