Lyrics:
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
Morning came as a black fog rolled away
From the gray sky the children huddled
In the deepest corner of the basement
A wind rose, lightly at first
Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it, motherfucker
All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
Shoveling
black and white
Get it? Black and white?? Skip it, lemme get back to writing
And by back to writing I don't mean writing songs, I mean writing wrongs
the Black Connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
the next nigga to
step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no
thang to put that body to rest chest
filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the
collar. Follow
K-I-N-G
You can get the smoke for free
K-I-N-G
You don’t wanna fuck with me
K-I-N-G
You can get the smoke for free
All black (BALENCIAGAS)
Big stack (I
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
Bloody summer, Blood nights
Ain't no gun shots warnings
Ain't no tears, Just revenge
Ain't no fucking morning
Spring clean these Fuck N
haul to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
be Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life
the looks that kill
I could be dead by dawn
I'm whipping on this wheel
I got my black shades on
I put my brand new chains on, match my denim with a leather
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
and one red rose
The strings that hold my head together
Were tied by hands that I can't hold
I don't wanna be this way
My body does what I can't say
Excuse
Black Roses
Black roses for a rats coffin
Sit back, load up your choppers
The fuck you think I was gone talk about nigga
Dear god protect me from these
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
hands up
Loso, mo? betta, mo? chetta
I do da rose, I am not a moeta
Challenge me with the bling, these n*** know betta
The wings are as big as the logo
beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my
beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my
Black leather gloves and your lipstick shines
Bright as moonlight glows
My wildest rose cuts so fine and deep
It hurts but never shows
You're
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