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says to me
The voice in my mind
Controlled by a subconscious shadow
Paranoid freewill confined

Read "Catcher In The Rye"
One hundred and ten
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
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
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
Uh... geah... uh...
Niggaz can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click...
Geah... uh... c'mon

EIHT:

Step in the arena
In 9-6
I'm
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
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
N****s saying they going murd' Fifty, how?
was Guns 'n Roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief

Good
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
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
top.
(Formica top, it had a formica top).
Well, I'll tell you 'bout the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
of growin 
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A. 
So stop givin trouble a play 
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze 
At thirty-two
to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas? 
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
on to the next progression
And bored in a plane where they check for weapons
No knives, liquids, or guns
Just can’t decide which is the one
Knew I would drive
[Afta Maff]
Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this muthafucka
Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch
Flesh-N
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
got the gun 
With the most of niggas 
Realease the beast 
Nevertheless 
They sleep in silence 
It ain't over for you snitches 
Can't handle the truth
four-fifths
I'm into cars 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
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
never goin' out
So I died, now I'm back, and I blast, and I'm out!

Rock N Rye with Hennessy
Dirty sex in alleyways
Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers,
for Guns 'n' Roses 
Yeah! C'mon! 
Throw your hands in the sky 
And wave em from side to side 
And if you're in this life just gettin by 
Somebody
violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs