Search results for 'aint it fun by guns n roses' Page #14

hint

Why aim at reg when your more fun
Gonna kill a nigga like a badge and a gun
Aim it at your face, snap back with the reticle
Gonna lose your limbs,

more than a style to rile 'em
Felt it to the core wild child AsYLuM (laughing)

Yah, better do someth'n
Tons of fun 'n I plan to get spun
Trend setters,

the game to its apogee
Made on the philosophy of rap to the younger novice
Was like the ghetto Moses who carried these guns and roses
And any fool who choses

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

A duffel bag  of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how

then my gun, blast at em for fun 

I walk in the house, I'm strapped with glitz 
I get money, and running a away 
If you aint bout money, don't get in my

the hood up
I don't like to hide my shit
They seen the gun when I stood up
I like my bitch with a full cup
N' I swang and bang when I pull up
And I ain't

the wrong niggas, who don’t value time
They don’t value self, so they value shine
Maybe had you shelf, lately after 9
But I ain’t gone get into that ‘ rose

but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

Bigger Picture

Cam'ron

The King of Ohio

2009

the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just

Where I'm from nigga
Life do you so cold it ain't no fun
Everybody wants to be gangsters
So they really keep a gun
Man I know a lot of people but I

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh
K-TLEM  TLEM Records A.N.D.A. WORLD Puff
21 Gun Salute (Don’t shoot) Guess who’s in the buildin’
It’s what it is YEAH

21

on the block reminding us to hang tough

I don't want the guns but I want the roses
This sweet child of mine just love her poses

Shake it up shoop shoop shoop

Fire

Busta Rhymes

Joe Budden

2003

else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's

on the beat and I get pretty selfish
It's helpless to run i'm runnin' this city
This ain't what you want
I'm taking in lunch I do this for fun
While i'm

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

keep yo' gun
These hoes set you up, they'll do it for some funds
Shit, they might just do it for the fun
Drip water, but a nigga hot like the sun

And my

to the club
Taking shots like a Tommy gun
She want another Louie bag 
So I went and bought her one
If I stick with you promise that We gonna have some fun
And I

not really fun
'Bout to save myself jump the gun
Early morning
Shit I got nothing to do
The day already getting boring
Gimme a reason not to fuck with

Live by the gun, died by the gun
Most of us are doomed, to repeat our lies for fun
No matter the pains it brings with it or not
Addicted to that

protection

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]
It ain't a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully,

No Fronts [Jam Master Jay's Main Edit; Mix]

Dog Eat Dog

Hit's Mania '96, Vol. 1

1996

and pass it around
C'mon everybody lets all get down

No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun 

No

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