Lyrics:
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!
Get in the ring(x16)
This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
f****ng hate
Let me tell you little something bout the 'Merican dream
The only f****ng thing that got Uncle Sam to cr**m
Let freedom ring from coast
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
the spectacle, commenting...
Thing-fish: (contd.)
Twist 'n shout! work it on out ('n in)! hmmm! get down! go on! give him a little shoe! dat's what denny be
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
Before they be carvin’ my name in stone
Oh oh
She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Oh oh
She’s my rock-n’-roll queen,sweet southern belle
Oh oh
n****z wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so n****z clappin at n****z
To raise the crime rate
[Chorus]
you can live by the gun
ghost, that's my little Amber Rose
Let the top peel back, let 'Sauga see the map
Little shawty from the way used to have a thing for me
Take the bricks up
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
block dirty I got a street Sweeper
And yo thot dirty take her to the Cleaners
Red dots on my gun Pepperoni Pizza
Let it rain on yo block I'm
dirty ways
Well, now drinkin' whiskey an runnin' round
Little girl, that's all you crave
Well now, an I give you my money, baby
N' you left me cold
people
Of every kind
We need more people
Little ones would be nice
We need more people
That we could trust
We need more people
That maybe look like us
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
Slip Ima hit dis shit go go off oh oh I
Bad little bitch she can feel me from da inside
N by da inside I mean by her insides
This track real nice hit
little niggas get gun pounding
Keep moving, who saved you?
Play who? Not me
Me and Bronson, not we
Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast
Ice is
chains u can Commit this life only parts of it that fit that gain
Of course of bitch n complain
That u can fix your pain
Man u better u fix u face
Little
little 3, little Gs
Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
They can't believe it. Bone Thugs~N~Harmonyâ?¦
Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!
Ruthless Records.
What, What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather.
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