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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
little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
don't know how
Bitch even got my lights cut off but I don't know how
Wish I knew back then what a nigga know now (Crazy bitch!)

Follow me to my main
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And its no talkin' back when it go off (You speechless)
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
I'm an American superstar

[Chorus: x2]
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
I'm an American superstar

[Chorus: x2]
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)

[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
signin' off 
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names 
Late late late 

Hook x4 

[Layzie Bone] 
She pulled the curtain 
Fo' certain 
We go'n leave these
have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now here's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my
elevate through time
Nowhere to hide

[Flesh-N-Bone]
Our dawgs finna haul off lead
Sawed-off head
Nigga you dripping soaking with bloodly body be
rip rackin' gun clappin' and chip stackin'

[Chorus]

Magic back up off me
M p b**** get off me
Magic better back up off me
M p b**** get off me
tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck
an a hole 
A-K holes. 
Think face blows 
And understand talkin' money by the case loads 
Gun off safety 
I'm in safe mode 
I will hold court 
Until
drug sellin, pussy suckin, hard fuckin,
Drive by'n, do or die'n, bitch smackin, cash stackin,
Switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I make my
pushin'? Product pumpin' like a piston hardly gettin' by
Or probably gettin' high off what you pitchin', while we sittin' fly
Tryin' to keep it simplified,
your whole clique bitch 
I'm com'n, so wipe the cum up off my dick bitch 

(Young Turk) 
I got more weight then them niggas up state 
My name,
mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I've got to make it to Rose's back door

Something
me some more. 
She's my little rock star, man she knows it. 
My baby's Guns N' Roses. 

She's got a wild side. 
That troubles in her blood. 
Thinks I'm
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz 
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try na sound
gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the f*** my Mistress at at c*** back ready to pop something
Since you n****z all about frontin let's how