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moms out n do a bid wit you're pops
We wuz in jail you proly won't get no mail
N if you pumped on my block you wunt get no sales
N you're c.e.o. no you
Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled
their art
And when they were done, I fired a gun to let the hoot-e-nanny start.
(He fired a gun and the hoot-e-nanny begun).
I was serving beer
All, 
y'all, y'all, y'all haters." 

Eazy-E: 
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa. 

Flesh-n-Bone: 
I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm
for Guns 'n' Roses 
Yeah! C'mon! 
Throw your hands in the sky 
And wave em from side to side 
And if you're in this life just gettin by 
Somebody
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E
if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! [echoes]
Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop
They get trampled from
The n****s you brought
So move over

That's how bouncers
Get f***ed up

When you get your guns
 
Outta the stash
of bounds
7 m-I-l-e's where I ride cause I roll through yo town like suicide
If you see me on the streets gotta bloody pistol
Triple beam OZ's get cut for
of N.W.A
One day I was walking by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot
With his Karl
as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never prosper
Prognosis of a problem child
I'm proud
me with E's
He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run
of N.W.A
One day I was walking by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot
With his Karl
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
and don't plan to
How bout you officer, you blowin anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay okay man

Oh what's this man? 2.0?
Oh Guns'n'Roses dude!
You
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
signin' off 
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names 
Late late late 

Hook x4 

[Layzie Bone] 
She pulled the curtain 
Fo' certain 
We go'n leave these
of emergency
Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls
The men in your holes, all of my foes
All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose
hooked one time
So I gotta OD

All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs
einer Gun und du hast in der Brust Patron'
Du Hurensohn, wir seh'n, wie du Homo rhymst
Und schreien: Boo, als wärst du Son-Gokus Feind
Ich hab ein
signin' off 
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names 
Late late late 

Hook x4 

[Layzie Bone] 
She pulled the curtain 
Fo' certain 
We go'n leave these
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
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