Lyrics:
hands to move in the crowd of 'em
If I ain't makin' sense
Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass
It ain't ever been a gift for me to heat
you ain't gonna what, hold up, (gun cocks) up it
Who fallin now, loga, tell me that
Who ballin now, broadas, flat necks
Spread it on down, with ya issue
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
start n da digital dash
Came up from nothing
So I was like fuck it
I got out my feelings n got in my bag
I Got that pack ain't no lack
I can't do you
on my left ear
Harmonies Blues, Guns and Roses
My future ain't to bright, reason i'll be in the dark
These niggas keep on talking, but they ain't talking
rose to all occasions
Ten toes guns blazing
They "Okay"n... Well I'm Great'n
I been swerving for a minute
Now I'm straightening
Uh Aye
Aye Uh
And This
Spray the money out the money gun
Heat to hot it feel like the sun
Don’t Play No Jokes Ain’t No Pun
I will always be number one
Don’t play no games
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my b****, it's time to dick her
I ain't in
One thing I learned from these streets that you gotta keep you a gun Ain't no fun in
these streets That's why I can't go for none I'm tryna put my
a hundred round
That bitch real loud
Ain't feel me then but bitch you got to feel me now
I hold it down
I rode in circles around my town like fuck a cap n
way too high don't be fuckin up my fun
Watch me count this check up wit my eyes closed
I aint textin n drivin im dodgin potholes
In this turbulent
pull up in your city
Get head and jump planes
Southwest rockstar, guns n roses
Bunch of heavy metal take a
Bullet to load this
Been a stiff nigga bet yo
Lookin at me like Pablo son
Never need a gun and I still fuck up opps
And it looks like fun like I'm running from the cops
Now relax son
Playing with
to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump thirty shots on ya block
'Cause he spray that TEC, n-, if I say get it
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
He dunk em like d-rose yuh
I Ain't worried bout these bitches I'm just tryna run up these digits
And feed and the gang and now they noticed me, It's my
N**** This Aint What You Want
I Been On A Run
Doing S*** For Fun
Getting High Getting Drunk
Kicking It Like A Punt
This S*** Gone Jump
Aint No Need
Street scriptures tell my story, pain tatted on my Body, war wounds scars of life, you can
See it on my body, soldier's story, n***a all these Tears
, gun, gun
I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a f***
The fool must be sparkin
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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