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