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Signed and Sealed in Blood (Dropkick Murphys) · Signed, Sealed and Delivered (Stevie Wonder) · Signed and Sealed in Blood (Dropkick Murphys) · Signed and Sealed in Blood (Dropkick Murphys) · Signed, Sealed and Delivered (Stevie Wonder) · Signed and Sealed in Blood (Dropkick Murphys) · Signed Sealed and Delivered (Lefty Frizzell) · Signed, Sealed and Delivered (Stevie Wonder) · The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · Signed Sealed (Steve Marriott) – and 90 other albums »


Signed, sealed, delivered I B yours
I pour it on the breaks
Till it break laws
Givin' the gabbin'
So the brothers be havin' it
Or else the five
tattoo
In a rose tattoo
I’ve got your name written here,
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
In a rose tattoo
Signed and sealed in blood I would die for you
men dumbin but, sex sells
Life is ill and triflin still, I fight for meals
In this lifetime, rhyme for real
Signed and sealed, time to peel
Yo son I
And when the wars on the other side
Me and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques
My contracts signed just for scraps
To get you whack n****
With
and sealed in some books
So I took a look at what I got to work with of course
And if granted by the source move on with full force
What choice to choose,
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
on the block
Suge signed Pac, it was on, 'cause I fuck with Dre
Straight Outta Compton was a product of N.W.A
But shit everything changed when Ice Cube went
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
only mad cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
You got a thousand
have that?)
As we proceed
(Well give it to me)
 
Aye yo aye yo signed sealed delivered in just the nick of time
Rare I'ma give it to 'em my design
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
The paint is peelin'
Now,
When the chips are down
Down,
You gotta lose all feelin
Now,
Your head goes round n' round

Funny how the world revolves
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
with God is signed and it been sealed (I'm signed!)
See you at the crossroads if everything has been real! (see ya!)
I can feel what you can't,
just my imagination, or is my generation 
Fascinated by gun play and incarceration 
Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-be	 
see, It ain't
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
guys think
Yo, are's definitely one of the illest lyricist I've ever heard, that's real
R.A. man, he's comin' out, guns blazin' baby, boom, watch out
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
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
When Bill Hickok's
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
When Bill Hickok's
have that?)
As we proceed
(Well give it to me)
 
Aye yo aye yo signed sealed delivered in just the nick of time
Rare I'ma give it to 'em my design
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
When Bill Hickok's
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 the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
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
When Bill Hickok's