Lyrics:
wapping,
Reagan bombs Libya (keep your head down), Russian
Nuclear reactor is ablaze.
1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president
Ends arms
block we watched n*ggas get washed
F*ck 'em no getting involved
Headed uptown not by 125th
I come through sh*ttin
Harlem b*tches hitting me to come
on from yesterday
Gonna let you go n' pass you by
But the tree knows everything
Knows everything
Black leather jacket type of day
Coke and ouzo in my veins
black everything Check my leather
Coming in going out check my calendar
All that one you talk play boy na agenda
God shine my light them want put me
the tape
And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga
We
jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute
I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup
Look the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches
In my
sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
'cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it,
I'm present on your scene
Ya lips tighten up
Always sipping top drink
When I'm by the bar
Ya chick looking at me blinking
Ima nova star
Trust a couple
I'm sick of all the bullshit this ain't our Last Dance
Fullbacks like Rose, we never half arse
We're the whole package like MJ
Rapping so the family
style I'm a don, I'm a beast (beast)
Fuck it I'm a god in my ghetto now (god)
Tell em that my palms stay greased (greased)
Slick back with the leather now
Ayy, baby, what's happenin'
I'm sorry for the time that I scratched you out
You know I ain't mean nothin' by it
You know it's all love over here
For
the wings of Gabriel in my sight right/ gyah! They yell legion still no match we all spirit/all covered by the blood all ready they can't get near it/uh! Guns
the the cops shot Antwon Rose
(gun shots) This is the this is the era
This is the era you better be ready to lace up ya boots
This is the era you better go head
a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggas I "Okay" it
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
like Swarovski
Never needed swag, politics, or paparazzi
I'd rather knock a foxy chick
Pop Gestapo Nazis hot by proxy
I rhymed with the greatest emcees
the black for the green, got the white man havin fun
Givin up the machine guns
Watchin us kill each other
Fightin' over 'Parkay', they're scared
a front
Breaking news bitch I say what I want
2020 I was pressing the school to make comments on
Blue killing blacks by the gun
They response in
known
Run up trippin', this heat get shown
N double-ACP, all black stones
Four-time trapper, trappin' all fours
I ball like Diddy, money so long
Tryna
Ezekiel's Wheel was just a spare tire
My epithelial genetic fiber was forged in the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser
The explosion can described
although engorged by memory,
can but tittle-tattle to confirm the paucity.
Oh you, you who hold the rose to its moment of beauty,
who celebrates its crimson
allège les épreuves
Tu ne sens pas la maison d'arrêt
Elle fait un sacré boucan comme quand Ferrara s'est barré
Communautariste de merde, ton image n
tünemiş, huginn ve muninn.
Gün boyu dünyayı dolaşıp
Geceleri anlatırlar dünyada olup biteni.
Altın bir miğfer giymiş ve
trove
Of ghosts to help me pass the time
By the third day we were followed
By a rider dressed in black
And that rider never spoke a word
He just tracked
Boulevards of broken dreams & bigots blasting bullet-wounds
Bitches birthing babies young, baby fathers barely there
Black boy dies by the gun, same story
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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