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Where N***a don't give a fuck
They would kill you your mama
They ont believe in karma
Love your family
On the on streets you'll find no loyalty
fuck
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
this to Mama
Laying Roses on your grave
Missing you Mama
Know you Resting n Heaven I Love you Mama
Know you Resting N Heaven I miss you mama
like I'm driven by a gun
I don't know where I'm supposed to go
I've been stuck in this hole with no way home
I feel so alone, only the floor to console
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
cascading
No mo' hesitating
Know he's patently been waiting
Ready to to give myself to satin
Angles love n' demons hate, both raised me
Rose Mary's baby
don't be
Give yourself prudence and love your friends
La France, rejoice your truth!
I I n the religion of the insecure
I must be myself
Respect my youth
You are my ten thousand roses and I let you go
Before I make the same mistake just hold me in your arms
We belong you know it in your heart
Look where
goes in circles and nobodies friendly
Mitcham side them man on a frenzy
No rose on this hill cos they all wanna end me
How they gonna rob you in your own
Tarantino
The only gun in the room held by a gringo
Cinco de Mayo, powder to the pyro
Sing a lullaby to you stans like I'm Dido
It's proven suicidal
you love it
shadow meen skandalouz
nobody can handle us
and b**ch im the boss
take you b**ch n**ga's outta bounce
shadow n**ga's are you ready
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
or get up n' take em' out n spit cane wit it
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop
keep guns we keep our s*** bangin
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
You a b****-a** n****, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
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
be worth cuz I need a
Ride or die to be by my side
Said she asking for a love song
Yh she just wana feel like she loved
Give her roses cuz she been
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
restored
The world that we transformed with guns and swords ey
Guns n roses sad faces n' poses
Don't get lost between the lines and my energy combined
I
gold
Got it decorated all over my household
N hate me so much, I can see all the envy
Hypnotized by that rose gold on the wheels of my Bentley
N don't
rose, rose black with thornes
Those thornes torn my love to bones.
Oh your rose's thornes torn my
Torn my love to bones
AND THE RAIN WILL WASH
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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