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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
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
GOLDEN RING
WITH PAMELA ROSE GADD

Pamela
In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display
Porter
A rose by any name (by any name)
A rose by any name

Smoking cigarettes in bed
All the same, what will they get?
In the streets they'll never know
the rest 

And I'm making it on my own like a rock'n roll widow 
Get my news from the Rolling Stone, wake by the telephone 
Wonder if he's alone 
Or is
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
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
Pistol shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior Gong
Welcome to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our
Guns'N'Roses

Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a'Rolling Stone with my
and Roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get left behind and some get chosen
Just like life, Guns and Roses
 
[Jay-Z]
Tote more Guns then Roses
cry
And you know the grass is green
On the side you've never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by

I see it all through 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,
Stay on the line, never get by
'Cause laziness does not pay
My heart is set on this old winter’s day

Son of a gun, you got me stunned
You cut me down,
life today

As the free-fall advances
I'm the moron who dances
Ah
I was teething on roses
I was in guns and noses
Ah

Under the withering white skies
Tiger Rose got new clothes
The ladies love her so
They laugh at her connections
But they don't say no

Get down high, get down low
Get your heels in
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
you were wearing my

T-Shirt right there 
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh Ooh So Hot 
Still got it up in my head you were moving
pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of n****z that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n****z to run in your
In my Grandma's house her children would sing 
Guitars a twangin' and their laughter would ring 
I was little but I was the biggest kid 
I wanted
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
And over in
the burnt yellow tent
by the frozen tractor, the
music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny
Rose huh, what’s the problem with these raps 
They don’t know how to play it cool you know 
Touch’n you, 
Mean it’s a time and place for
know you were wearing my

T-Shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
you're whipped 
Aww n**** don't trip 

You gon' get ya monkey a** hit 
Run in ya whip tryna f*** with my clique 
Aww n**** don't trip 
Case you
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