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these n***** fake they my fucking sons
All on line with all them fucking guns but when he died he ain't have one
Damn how that shit work? damn how that

shoot you in a brain, and you say "Thank You",

(Chorus)

Cause I'm a gunmaker, don't make me take my guns out,
I shoot loud, click-click-blow, you down,

a glock 9 clip
Oh damn you'n like me
If a bitch talk down on me get snuff bitch
Oh damn you'n like me

I dont give a f*** who dont like me
I dont really

Look at all the places it can take ya
But damn it could break ya
Look at all these n****s
How ugly it could make ya
The price that we pay everything's

Need me roses
Need me roses
Ayy, all night long
Ayy, need me roses
(Need me roses, need that, need these roses)
Feel me?
Need me roses (I need this,

Rather see me in the pen, doing 10 (all right)
They don't wana see me pull up in a Benz 
Prolly rather see a n***a steal the rims
N****s prolly plotting

now
Don't make promises I can't vow (Damn, gang)
Off that bean, I'm smoking loud (Ah)
Booted up, watch me jump up in the crowd (In the crowd)
Gun shot,

Daaam!

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

place, yeah (damn) 
Let me shout it out once, once, once (damn)

To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop (damn)
To my nigga Diamond D, you don't stop

these n****s gotta lie to me
When i die dont you n****s go and cry from me
Load the guns up n****s better slide for me
I gotta get it by any means
F***

down in a Hurst dis
shit hurt (man) niggas hate'n on a nigga ball 
(they hate'n on a nigga balls) get cha money it's enough
fa us all don't even call me

bitch Im on my D Rose shit
I'm on My Boss shit Butch Im n my D Rose shit

On my boss shit How I turn up your City
Aint no ways to compare me Peanut Butter

Got Ur Self A...

Nas

Stillmatic

2001

light of my death
Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey

Just Like It

Gucci Mane

Evil Genius

2018

(probably 12)
Why the feds on me?
Didn't they hear on "Slippery" I'm nonviolent?
Damn chain still icy (burr)
Still gamblin' at the 'partment, shootin'

Ok Rose-Gold get on
I'm theme song lit on 
Gold teeth look pissed on 
My shit worth millions 
Ya'll n****s just ride to ride 
I ride head on 
So any

That them shells miss you
But how you a Blood but don't rep
It? Let me 2-12 with you
In the streets you don't got a ratchet
You don't hold niggas guns

think that im playing
Shit must not know me at all
A nigga get mad and im ready to brawl
But fuck that getting my money real tall
Damn Stacking it up

don't know me
Well fuck n**** I'm really him
I know n***** who'll make your nose bleed
Know n***** who really don't give a damn
N***** flexing they gun

your last name
Don't need riches don't need fame
Just need your love it's all the same
I'm your rose
Baby keep me warm, I'm a rose
You're my rose
You're

no feelins for none of these womens
Really, though, fetticheese is my love
You know the streets made me
And I don't give a damn if you hate me

N**** keep on playing like i don't got no thug up in my veins
Won't even use no gun, you just got see me take off all my rangs
Oh you came with tight

to snake ya out
You know that i got shooters on the floor
Can't wait to space them out
Riding in that double R
But nah this ain't no ghost
Don't give a damn

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when

everything they not n****
I’m cold, don’t compare me to no hot n****
F*** I’m sayin’? I’m hot too, that’s why I can’t get tangled wit you not n*****
I’m

à tirer
J'vois noir c'est trop tard pour me suivre
J'suis par l'rose attiré

J'suis en fuite
J'ai des visions métalliques oh damn
Ils ont mis mon nom