Lord Infamous, II Tone, Koopsta Knicca - War Love lyrics
[Lord Infamous, II Tone, Koopsta Knicca - War Love lyrics]
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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