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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
he don't need that coffin
Most n****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a Rolling Stone with my Guns'N'Roses

Find me at Linkin Park with my
n**** act up
First n**** gettin'' drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
I'll Muthaf*** ya
If ya do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
through trafficking
Through rappining and whatever's happening
Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out they put me right back in
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
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
I'ma givin' the rhythm
Ta have him feelin' like he neva eva felt before
Get up in him I'ma have him chillin'
N drillin' me from the night ta the morn'
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,
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
****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,
me,
Let me be a ship lost at sea that the winds rock and roll;
Whirling, swirling, twirling, out of control, 
That music drives me crazy,
Ev'rything
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 guns 
You right about that kid 
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run 
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know 
Or get stung by
get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list

[Chorus:]
Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get
ta town tearing the roof of this mother-fucker
When I'm in your city get wit me fuck wit your nigga
When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck
on a trench coat, wig and some goggles

If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow

I'm in there, I den dared the police couldn't get me

But I made a slip up:
I see the whole world turn into a war-zone (What?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (G' that right)
Guns 'n roses welcome to the jungle
a trick, get me rich 'n the bitches'll come, 
Bust ma gun; make 'em all scatta.
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta.
Eat her dead, biatch, mercy,
[Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up
cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, , four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay

I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta
bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
The other guys are pretty tough
So those other gats over there better not get tough
I get around
Get around round
I'll be damned if I let a n**** lay his hands on me
I'll lay his a** out
And park a grand am on him
The city where the weak survive
And the strong

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