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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
one more notch on his gun

And when he turned to go 
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
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
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
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
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
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
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 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
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
Here's a man the Sheriff 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
Hey Quan, where you at
Bring the money counter
Thug, your motherf***in hand hurt
Money done cut a n**** hand
Count too much
I'm sorry, we don't
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
you n in a minute I'm a veer
Left.
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near
Death.
I'm sorry but I mean
affair, and I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, Mah-jongg and platinum hair, and I'm here
I got through Abie's, Irish Rose, Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had
kissin' n fuckin' you n in a minute I'm a veer left
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near death
I'm
you'll feel sorry") 
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! 
Yo! Yo! 

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 
Tell your crew to be easy, n****z run
afflicted and wrist
I'm one of the greatest, I'm sick of picturing this
And bleed my rose I buy a pitcher rich
Who gives a fuck by the way they gon' please
Gandhi,
Windsor and Wally's affair,
And I'm here.
Amos 'n' Andy,
Mah-jongg and platinum hair,
And I'm here.
I got through Abie's
Irish Rose,
Five
so my soul 
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 
30.06
the gang bangers drug hangers and gun slangers
Just keep gettin' the money it's all good honey yeah yeah yeah

See sorry baby but I gotta do what I gotta
of tha young folk
Yo simity Sam
It gettin gun hoe
Nicca bank account got one 0
He could snort lines wit his dick
N wont cum dope
They stringin' you
do you call when the gang wears blue 

I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man 

My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger 

I'm
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't

I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have