Lyrics:
hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send n****z up
in again)
I keep guns in my body by my liver (Facts)
Cold hearted nigga
In the winter I hardly shiver
We don’t do a lot ‘cause
Them cars they get
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
To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing
C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets
grin
When I'm drinking too much gin
And I'm singing like a asshole
I was at the bottom but I rose like I'm Axle
Now I got these guns I suppose that I
talkin, offendin me often
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court dates
All Eyez on You, n****z in
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
, so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
, so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
(watch'n) nigga's sell a million records talk'n bullshit
(how dat happen) but me I spit dat gutta gutta real
talk (real talk) ppl feel me n they heart like
Come now, my little rose, sit here by the fireplace
Take a bit of lazy time, resting in my arms
Let me warm your frozen nose, let me see you dancing
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
What if u told ya
U like the gun in my holster
I gotta shoot from my hip
Make u go Pop like a toaster
I gotta pull u in closer
Safety all broken
type of path that u wanna cross
Going nice with clothes, bough-pot of roses,
I'm hot n cozy with these words
Thing is noisy,
Wrist is frozen,
Long
Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot
how much we got (we got)
To see how much we got (we got)
I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
See The Fear In Your Eye
When We Open Up The Door N
We Caught U By Surprise ha!
I Got Oozies N Ak's Of Plenty
I Got Gadgets N Gun Made Galoore
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