Lyrics:
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
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,
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Bout
perfect, but what it is
Is guns n roses, we're guns n roses
You can throw a bomb my way
For every time I make mistakes
But you know that'd never
Champagne, Chai Latte, cheers, Cho
Carlo Colucci Crime, chice Chicks, Cameltoe
Der deutsche Don, Digga
Drück die Daum'n derbe
Dynamit, dieser Dreamer denkt:
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
Juvie2xx - 2xx Back written by @myname_drop
Dem N***** aint da same as us
Say dey got guns but none of dem N***** Gang as Us
Back wen i was broke n
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
and froze in the face of disaster
And stood silent while terrorization took hostage of the world
In a mire of hypocrisy, the UN ignored sex crimes by its
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
Didn't know by now better ask around town that I keep one rolled like a one wheeled scooter
Lanky ass n***a with the stanky pack, n***a
Murder horoscopes,
tudo e largo o crime
Baby falei pra não se envolver
Entre Rosas e armas tipo Guns n' Roses, só vem
Curtir loucura estilo kurt Cobain
Pra te vê bem
Eu
the midst
I pray won't neglect me
Pops said keep
Your head high
Your worth it
Life gets better
But it's far from perfect
Like a rose & thorns
Everything has
nigga stay on the grind
Even if it's back on the
Block pushing nickels and dimes
Addicted to crime, I fuck with known felons
Top Dawg E-N T, that's what
was drawn to the money
It was Picture perfect
The love
The pain
The harder I work
Part of me hurt
Thinking on how
It started at first
But
Look
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
my N** every location we lock it
If your family say the word
We let it pop by the end of the week
We at your site giving you your Flowers
Since you
Make the soldiers drop their guns
Make the sun shine for the ones
Hurt by violence and crime
I wish there'd be a song that would
Soothe the souls
go me and my n***** on go
I live a life of crime
These n***** be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n***** i ain't got no time
I can't
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