[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!
[Verse 1: 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 (?)
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!
[Verse 1: 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 (?)
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