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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
the hours
Asking the world
To buy my flowers

I had a love
Long long ago
He needed me
And I loved him so
He marched away
To die by the gun
I lay a rose as I
I was followed home by a weighing machine
On DeChirico Street
It said, "What do you know?" I said, "What do you mean?"
On DeChirico Street
He's a little boy racer
Shooting guns on the high street of love

In a crowd it's hard to spot him, but anonymity can cost
He's never cheap รข??n
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
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
F*** them other n****s
F*** them n****s b****es
Benadryl s***
Trigga finger itches

Hustle till nightfall
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
pennies will buy a rose. Three pennies and who can tell
on a street that comes and goes by the name of buy and sell?
Buy and sell, sell my goods to buy my
far.

Hemmingway was smoother,
More debonaire and fun,
But he would say her repartee,
Was meaner than a gun.

Chorus:
And a rose...

A rose is a rose is
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
Last move 'fore I give all street s*** up
Put a n**** in the ground face down, feet up
This n**** here tried to cuff me for my re-up
When I went
Haha, for all my n****s in the hood (yeah)
That live the life of a ghetto star
(You know! you know how we do it
(Ha Makaveli!)

Just holla my
Words and music by Ed McCurdy

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store
on a Saturday night
It was tragic, it's there on the street
The quicksilver and the warm jets
Make your leopard-skin dream complete

Intrigued by alcove
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Every day, life's a struggle for me
the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home

I say nice
Dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse
N****s frontin' for a b****
It's like you beggin' to die
Like bear huntin' with a switch
A part
these streets like, n****
Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty wings
Spend a band, push his wig back whenever revolvers spin
Toe tag 'em, floss
drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip
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
a trick, get me rich 'n the bitches'll come, 
Bust ma gun; make 'em all scatta.
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta.
Eat her dead, biatch, mercy,
She's cleared (dodgin' heat) to (play the street)
Get ill (let the guns blow, had to eat)
She's about (copped the raw) the dough (went to war)
There's blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There's no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y. streets