Lyrics:
drinking beer by the pool
Then eating rhythms for dinner
I’m taking them back to school
Was always stuck in detention from breaking the fuck’n rules
And I
The power of a gun can kill
And the power of fire can burn
The power of wind can chill
And the power of mind can learn
The power of anger
Can raise
the Titans rose from ashes
And all the Olympians went runnin'
So if you can't fight your battles
Then you know just who to call
I will stand by your side
Until
high in here
(Light it up)
Yeah she taking off her clothes, getting hot in here
(Get hot)
N***** gun model flexin', get popped in here
(Why you doin'
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
to the uttermost,
And give his child a better bringing-up
Than his had been, or hers a wish renew'd,
When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her
the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man a n**** ain't gone never give ya nothin
I had put to down da books and I walked to da trap n**** had da
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
at peace, with the shit that I done
Ain’t got no room for no regret, ‘cause I took losses and won
I be living by that sword, but you could die by the gun
I
a**
N**** that'll split ya, come test my size
Ready for the end, you gon' realize my enterprise
Oh, somebody caught you by surprise
Leavin' 'em
better with your skull on the other side, ya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
Yeah, yeah
All I see
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
Walked in with a new gun on me ya'll n****s thought I was playing
Ya'll n****s out here think you selling coke
You selling can
Thugga, my man
that rose
Ain’t worried bout no hoe, all I want is the growth
Aye n****s talk game but I know they capping
I ain’t got a lid on my jar I’m trapping
30
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
Better pump your brakes, what
Awake at my own wake, then I rose
Holding a rose
Right before they put me in the hole
And even friends be foe
Easy like
can't touch this I'm really in the zone now
Better pay attention bitch the city really on now
626 lemme talk my shit
It's a bunch of niggas rapping but
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
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
like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga
[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n
up the cleanest, my punch is the meanest
Measure me by my nuts ‘n penis
That’s a request from a genius, finna be the best
I attest a fighter that don’t
see what I'm saying like a teleprompter?
And you could never stop us, fucking posers,
Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses,
We come like Moses,
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
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