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Guns N Roses

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses

And a real nigga knows is

Everybody that have held had shot one

It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one

Niggaz is gettin' kinda bold

Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a nigga cold

I'm packin' my gat, and watchin' my back, and ready for one

You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain't goin' out like Willie

I propose a toast next nigga that play me close

(Yeah)

I'ma have your faggot ass hangin' off a lamp post

(Salute)

To my nigga that slid and did bids

To them niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid

It's yo' play on the blessings

Me I send your maggot ass back to the essence

Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the path

So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, no one opposes the mash out posse

You can't stop me, I'm packin' blue steel

Steppin' with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble

I'm trouble, step into the concrete jungle

Foes'll hear the words from the reverend

And caught hell fuckin' with fame

So now they ass gotta go to heaven

I fear no man and I ain't Omar Epps

But I'm lettin' motherfuckers know the program

Too many motherfuckers died on the street

That's why I tell motherfuckers to back up and play me feet

Just the other day I put my man in the ground, so now

I walk around with the motherfuckin' trey pound

Just for my enemies so I can blow they chest in

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will have your whole family stressin'

Another basket, casket closin'

They put away the guns, then here come the motherfuckin' Roses

Tags are promptly placed on your toes

You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go

The game is called survival when you play it to the end

Before you go out in a blaze, may the best man win

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Another motherfuckin' massacre, yeah, M.O.P.

Dese are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G

To you snake ass, two faced ass niggaz

You gon' make me grip and squeeze my shit

Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose

One or the other nigga, no doubt

You know the way the motherfuckin' story turns out

Only your life or you're chancin'

Me, I got a record like my man Charles Manson

Bill puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the deal

Quicker than a motherfuckin' hit man will

(Another motherfuckin' Cadillac)

Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in black

Whatever must be must be

Me I try to keep my shit a little low key

See, 'cause you don't know how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to Bill

Mostly because I never of

(Kid they tryin' to herb ya)

I ain't doin' time for no fuckin' murder

Mad brothers done died on the street

I know it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep

The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead

Salute the world and then nod your head

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

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