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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
dick
Go on represent where you live
Know you annoyed
But don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that honda n****
Not an accord
I'm in that
perfect, but what it is 
Is guns n roses, we’re guns n roses 

You can throw a bomb my way 
For every time I make mistakes 
But you know that’d never
sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He'll love
sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He'll love
sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He'll love
the dollar
You belong to the one political party
I belong to the one musical party
Our differences are worlds apart
Just like guns and roses
If we don't
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
[Chorus]
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He'll love you till he dies

Oh, hold him darling
where did I fail? 
Out of my belly and the pick up a gun 
And fall for the Rose of England 
Fall for the Rose of England 

God knows it's cold
cry
You need the patience of a snail
Just to get by

Today the police came
And paid a visit to the slums
Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets
For
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
Come on, life, death
Here, gone, yo

If I should die don't cry my n****s
Just ride my n****s bust bullets in the sky my n****s
And when I'm gone
Stay on the line, never get by
'Cause laziness does not pay
My heart is set on this old winter’s day

Son of a gun, you got me stunned
You cut me down,
Parapliers the willow dipped
Rolled roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers
Don't fall by no jokers or fakers
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
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
Today I saw the roses die,
The ones that we picked out.
And I turned around to cry,
I could not help myself.
I know where the roses go
Who do what
****z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n****z better get used to it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I don't' care if you're a criminal or a cop,
B****es mad at a n**** askin' why he kissed me
Stop whinin' just to cry and get the mackin' daddy
I don't like it when the angry chick is actin' crabby
don't 

Who will give more then a look 
As their lives go flying by 
As the sun goes up and down 
Who will be left to cry 

Some say n' some do
tell me that you don’t cry
'Cause days as they go by
Have brought me birds that don’t fly
So tell me that you don’t cry

Today all day I thought