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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
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
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
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
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 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
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
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
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
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I fuck around (fuck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they
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
blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin Yuk nigga?
Oh that's the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne]
We're now listening
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy
demented hardship
The streets that I grew on ruined by the scent of garbage
What am I doin' here? I can't escape this place
I'm trapped staring in
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz 
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a