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Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
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
to each one suckered in or rather lured by each lyric 

contoured to thee com-plexity of "n-o-va-shun" I,"nn-o-v-a-shun" 

bi-coastal vernacular enables
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***, thats
shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Machiavelli
N****s is waiting for some thug s***
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
and the Titans clash

I can Metallica and Guns 'N Roses crash
Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed
Used to make plots against the herringbone herb
Living in circles like we're dreaming

Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA
He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy
He sells them guns and bombs
things boy like sugar shane mosley
Shake them haters cause y'all can't hold me

[Chorus]

[Mr. Magic]
Get bucked up n**** tear da club up
If you
my MO add a B to that s***
I'm f***ed up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
N**** money talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so
of the machine gun in my
Hands"
"the feeling of, of the machine gun I
N my hands" (here we go, 30
Rounds"
"the women had been ignored"
"I like the,
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
say they just do it well I just don't
Times do change mothaf***a' well the gun don't
Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceiling
Fella sleep
Eyes on the target and wham
One shot on gun shot and BAM!
Hey hey hey hey world!
Here I am!

I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
(n****)
Muzzle this animal, f*** with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, cantaloupe can split it
And the pope couldn't prevent me from s***tin
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"

[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun c***ed, six
man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for
on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run
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
the ganja plants 
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp 

[Repeat: x7]
Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! 

Home of da original,
Home
the ganja plants 
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp 

[Repeat: x7]
Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! 

Home of da original,
Home
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
the ganja plants 
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp 

[Repeat: x7]
Bucktown! Home of da original gun clappers! 

Home of da original,
Home
stay in mine
And n****s don't cross the line
N****s stay in line
Like welfare I stay elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, n**** hell yeah
Roc-a-bye baby,