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neighborhood Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good Time flies by with the boomin' system Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em So I kept
this cake from the slums real guns no play wake up getting paid focus on a check n u str8 meanwhile I’m on the beach getting laid clean up no maid
of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it 'Cause sometimes I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money
Pruno and Kool-Aid She had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string She soaked a hanky in three Roses and rubbed it on the spot
of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white
touched with true skill I bust the blue steel Shit, the mirror’s misty Sjoe, who can this be? Let's see the seksie refleksie Eksie perfeksie, donner op 'n
block wit sum'n (Gun sounds) Nigga it's all or none Sasuke itachi kakashi Chidori stream through my body Reunited, invite my team We all kicking it like
hit someone who's Guilty we're the people who sit back And tolerate children owning guns And we're the ones who tune In and watch the up-to-the-minute
goings on 'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that I'm
bye Better take them by the bullhorn Now manifesto Go stack up the pesos Place we live them out no longer just sleep These guns and roses No hocus
friends down Until ya family up" If I bring the fish by they cookin' It's a fish fry My friends make the fish fly but They ain't playin' Candy Crush I don't
die lyn en die lyn is lung Sy bars in en sy vat my hand Sy se sy soek net n regte man Want loyalty was shot by the gun In this life you must be wise
walking through roses in Parks This album too hard Hundred thousand at large I'm expecting to sell, yeah Drip too hard While the rain got you caught I
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
Cakeboy Bally Nigga pocket watchin' (Watchin') F&N with me doing nun' but headpoppin' (Woo) shootin' movies with your bitch like Her name was
looks into the meadows Blood dripping red from a rose There's no where else to go This man needs a miracle His heart is flowing slow Gun lying by
Roses are red, my thoughts been screwed By another love gun, now I swallow these blues Life is about perspective, I'd rather have my way You die by
gold bones What the f-ck you boys want Roll on you like a joint Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point [Pharrell] KFC by the bucket,
west coast we the ogz original gangsta nigga like 6 n da morning police at my door and niggaz n the dope spot with guns and triggaz the battle ram
west coast we the ogz original gangsta nigga like 6 n da morning police at my door and niggaz n the dope spot with guns and triggaz the battle ram
(Chorus) “I heard that roses are red , my Hunnids they blue/ I just been spending the old money and stacking the new/ I f*cked her a n*gga got bored
abide by them rules I'll rather take her to Saks Fifth before I got buy her a rose Swipe (Swipe) (Wells) Wells Pass that guap through zelle I'm
window looking back at me You held a gun As children cried You touched some wires They shattered me I was blown into a blue There'd been nothing I
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