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one more notch on his gun

And when he turned to go 
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
****z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n****z better get used to it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I don't' care if you're a criminal or a cop,
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
There's blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There's no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y. streets
to handle
We ain't take over the world yet
Boom!
We a army
Better yet a navy
Better yet crazy
Guns in the air
Guns in the air
Guns in the air

Can't
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
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
Nothing personal, just another snack 
'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns 
Any fule kno that 

Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz 
And her
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
of '73
He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me
Cause I'm skinny dippin' finger flippin' son of a gun
Play by the rules
You're
place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Some mother's talking 'bout Guns 'n' Roses
As if I give a fuck, at best I think they
employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man f*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm
first

(I hope they ready)

A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet

I've been machine-gunned
niggers even stay  that's why we pour a liquor for the grief of dead, we miss you
The will  receive guns'n'roses, and  from me you need a bunch of roses
and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I
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
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
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
Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come, 
come. And you don't want to see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap.
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...

I got
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so

I got
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now