Lyrics:
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Bout
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
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
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)
Deep in black roses
Dateless
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
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
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...
I got
living reckless
Shaking dice i live by the dice
Now the devil on my right ear
Angel on my left ear
Harmonies Blues, Guns and Roses
Mama tried to warn me
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Yo
I'm the N
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
soft as rose pettles b
Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin
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
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
top.
(Formica top, it had a formica top).
Well, I'll tell you 'bout the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by
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
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Over you
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Baby I'm blue
Over you
Can we stop -n- smell the roses
You're the one I'd grow
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
The U.N. is right; you can't be any more "un"
Than you are right now; the U.N. is undone
Another mushroom cloud, another smoking gun
The threat is real,
trusted you to
But love is a lie n trust is a fool
I'm justified i ain't got nothin' to prove
Kuz
roses are red but tha money is blue
So it ain't nun
bedroom
Nuff money buy car by deh twos
One red n deh other dark blue
New money all deh hundreds blue
New pussy n it wet like soup
New chain n me buy a new
on saturn then forget it
Bro got the speaker jumping every minute
Talk bout the trending topic n i been it
I know that they don't like me i ain't tripping
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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