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the heater right by your thigh

And when the s*** got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out when I pulled the gun out
That's what I'm talkin bout
Ryders'll get you shot down

Ah-yo, f*** y'all n****z talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' s***
(What?)
Put the faggots
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
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
by radio station
君のgeneration guns and roses
時代性 hip rhyme
移り気な music style
Everybody wanna twist and shout
Everyone,everyone Good people...
Good
Talkin about a double life plea bargain 
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G 
Plus the Black Guerilla family 

And the white pride
livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So why'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n
Niggas in
the second half of da clip
And all I'm sayin': it'll be da other n**** in the front of the da whip
Runnin' his lip, wit' a gun on his hip
Feel me, dog?
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

[Jadakiss]
I gave you the best flows
open 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 double strap,
How your shit stay at the funeral,
Bring my rubber back.
Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one
Yea I gotta show,
Tell em but I got
like pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin
pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
the double strap,
How your shit stay at the funeral,
Bring my rubber back.
Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one
Yea I gotta show,
Tell em but I got
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk 
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns
And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)
I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
Now let me tell ya
me and my Doggs

[Soopa Fly]

Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
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
crunk but I ain't 'bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein' nice and lettin' shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I

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