| The battlefield is stained with blood
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| Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
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| The grass is soaking with
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| The dirt is turned to reddish mud
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| Smoke is comin' out the wounds and bodies burnin' up
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| It’s War Love!
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| Damn I can’t think when my mind is on another level
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| Situation critical, I keep that heavy metal, cuz
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| Everytime I see yo face my evil side be clickin' in
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| Buckin', blastin', come out laughin', no remorse, I’m goin' in
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| I don’t understand my nigga
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| I never was yo friend (your friend)
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| All these years done pass my nigga
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| And now it’s time to meet yo end (your end)
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| Cause I’m runnin', gunnin' for the money
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| Who else said this shit was funny?
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| Walk up on you slow and put that hot shit in yo tummy
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| See my dreams are kinda strange when I’m fulla cocaine
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| Still down with my click and we reppin' Black Rain
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| I did scope yo pregnant wife and I hold that hoe ass hostage
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| If the money ain’t right then I leave her like a sausage
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| Grab the hoe by the neck, go cash for check
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| All my goons got my back with the choppers on deck
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| Run up in yo momma house, put that gun up in her mouth
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| Let her know what about shit (?)
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| The battlefield is stained with blood
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| Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
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| The grass is soaking with
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| The dirt is turned to reddish mud
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| Smoke is comin' out the wounds and bodies burnin' up
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| It’s War Love!
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| … y’all niggas
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| It’s a everyday job not to kill y’all niggas
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| Y’all hatin' on this bitch just to come up
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| Y’all thought: «Lord and Koop, this is fucked up»
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| It’s best to just to lay low nigga
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| We buck like that, shoot up the radio niggas
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| Remember black fingernails, dressed in black
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| Upside down cross, but no hoe do your pedicure
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| Chucky doll painted on the trunk of the truck
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| Got (?) in hell like we from vietnam
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| Lick my nuts, suck my dick, (?) chick
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| My guys ran a train on that bitch
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| They smile in my face but these niggas don’t like me
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| They wanna be just like me but they don’t wanna fight me
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| Like me, I brought the first plaque to the scene
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| Motherfuckers hate me, welcome back, know I mean?
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| The battlefield is stained with blood
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| Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
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| The grass is soaking with
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| The dirt is turned to reddish mud
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| Smoke is comin' out the wounds and bodies burnin' up
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| It’s War Love!
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| I keep a bag of lines so when I put this nine on niggas minds
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| I can’t help it when I write my rhymes I think 'bout niggas dyin'
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| Rippin' out a spine and hittin' lines to occupy my time
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| In my laboratory: Frankenstein, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
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| I’m no bodybuilder but I’m always tryin' to pump some iron
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| I rap in my spare time but ain’t shit could get in heinous crimes
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| Bitch you best not cross the line, I peel the skin up off yo flesh
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| Chillin' at the coroner, he teachin' me how to dissect
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| Hit you with the syringe, watch you goin' cardiac arrest
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| If I liked you when I fought you off I would not leave a mess
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| More or less, don’t test my patience or the hammer hit the pin
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| Do you in and watch it on the news with yo ol' mammy then
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| Rip out teeth and cut off fingers, burn 'em, can’t identify
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| Bag and drag and tag the fag and rest in place to petrify
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| (?) petrified I wanna see your insides
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| Watch that goddamn blood, wipe your feet when you come inside
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| The battlefield is stained with blood
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| Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
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| The grass is soaking with
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| The dirt is turned to reddish mud
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| Smoke is comin' out the wounds and bodies burnin' up
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| It’s War Love! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War Love , by - II ToneSong from the album Futuristic Bounty Hunter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп