Love and War (feat. Ghostface Killah)

You could've mine but You could've mine but You could've mine but You putting me in line You could've mine but You could've mine but You could've mine but You putting me in line If all is fair in love and war If all is fair in love and war All is fair in love and war What are you keeping score for? Yo, ayo She fucked around and cut up my rhyme books to shreds She caught me fucking her friend in our bed I used to try to tell her stop talking to the fellas Come around with that short ass dress and short [?] [?] shit, D to the crib Balenciaga wrist, a gift from the kid But we stay beefin, boo with no broccoli Every time I come in the crib I'm in a hot seat Breaking all my watches, gold plate Versace You said you didn't mean that shit cause you was toxic Probably argue everyday as a hobby We used to be like Claire and Bill Cosby So what the hell, we held hands on the regular Writing "I love you" on napkins on the table, love Capiche, depends on the season Cause as soon as June July hit, we beastin' Not speaking, it increases Feel like my love had to depletion Then we get back together, that's decent But last week you keep my Benz and that's recent She's bitching, I'm bitching She's switching, I'm switching She's talking, I'm not listening I'm bitching about her in the kitchen If all is fair in love and war If all is fair in love and war All is fair in love and war What are you keeping score for? She's high maintainence, she lacks patience But for her love there's no replacement Face to face, waste to brace and men chase to taste it Most will get strung for the first engagement I met her on the downtown streets down east Now it seems she's always around me And our love has astounded me, bounded me There's no way I can break free A servant to her will, I'm emerging to her feel I pour my heart out and she let my love spill Out on the floor when love change to war Both tryna win, tryna claim galore Infatuation, walking fabrication [?] lie through imagination Opposite sides attract and collided The collision was a bad decision Two lovers trapped in one prison Tryna separate like nuclear fission She's bitching, I'm bitching She's switching, I'm switching She's talking, I'm not listening I'm bitching about her in the kitchen If all is fair in love and war If all is fair in love and war If all is fair in love and war What are you keeping score for? If all is fair in love and war If all is fair in love If all is fair in love and war You best secure your borders You could've mine but You could've mine but You could've mine but You put me in line You could've mine but You could've mine but You could've mine but You put me in line