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me guns
But I gave them roses
Jacob at the well the heavens opened up
Enemies oppose but I'm still chosen
Enemies oppose but I'm still chosen
I gave

when gun crime was low
Now they blink round cus' gun crime was rose
I'm in the underground there's
No sunshine below
A lot of niggas are unsigned

Red Rose Garden

I believe, I don’t... believe…
Give ‘n take, return ‘n receive…
Receive, give, take in return…
Who’s gonna preach, yeah, ‘n who’s

the river runs dry
Daylight's dying like a fading ghost

November rains are weeping
My weary heart's been sleeping alone
been a long time, for a dark night

Born 2 Be a Soldier

Master P

Unpredictable

1997

who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)

Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it
Cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely

keep my enemies close
That my brethren 'n 'em
If I slide, ain't no evidence on him
Just a body, now that's a message sent
On my mind, I need Exodus from

Deja Vu, she be in my dreams like its me 'n you
And I thought that I needed you, but I'm better off all by myself
'Cause I'm on the road, makin' all this

and it's not free
Convicted shooter locked
Got keys, you can't stop me 
Use your illusion 
Guns n Roses, roses in guns 
Vietnam protests might sober you up

The unconquered S-u-n that shine in the sky
Not the S-o-n, the Christ
It's a feast of the winter solstice
Which included the lighting of bonefires
And decorating

snitches
Brodie just ran up a check by himself and he always ready for blicking, nigga I'm starving, I'm itching, look at me carving inventions
I went to war

in the rain
Nothing lasts forever, morning came in a flash
Pounding heads, we headed out to the stands
Crisp fresh snow and the November wind
Burned

know I got the product
Selling weed ain't Shit but that dope a problem solver
Until you caught up in a jam n your dawgs don't even bother
To hit you up

juxtaposing
Show up strapped to your funeral, thats guns n' roses

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

be Guns N' Roses
Noah Kev da Berwick Broses
Brothers from another mother
But we do it like no others
You the Dale to my Brennan
Spittin' fire but no

on a beat by Zel
This year I was in the stu with Karrtii, now it's Karrtii on the beat as well
Most wonderful time of the year but for some I know how cold it

A Dying Business

Chad Mitchell

The Best of the Chad Mitchell Trio: The Mercury Years

1998

of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste

Shoulda knew yo ass was fake from the jump
From the gate was just a snake inna slums
Tryna do the right thing
How tf you gotta Cape n a gun
But iss a lotta

like the rain that's softly falling
Every once in a while if you look real close
A silhouette comes with a fresh cut rose
And she whispers his name like

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

coming back

I'll be standing here by you
Far away from something new
Catch my breath and take away
And make it done

Now my promise will be sin

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

kronkrete rises more 

U ant gn get it till u see it rite n jump off in dis legal life when it rains it pours so the rose from concrete jus rises more Forever