Lyrics:
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is bang bang bang
The swiss miss girl made her fortune
Doing commercials on tv
But "easy come, easy go" was
Her philosophy
She spent all of her money
She was searching
Figure
Don't even wear yo strap if you
Ain't ready to die nigga
My attitude like fuck it middle
Finger towards the public
Bringing buckets to all my
And turn robber all on the salt sea
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
get lost ?
Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like Alain Prost
Mc clowns, I blaze towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud
All you
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
I'm better than
why'all know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
and Guns 'N Roses crash
Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed
Used to make plots against the herringbone herb
But now, all I do disperse
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
fucking scream
Do you know what I mean?
Let's all go to gay Paris and lay a rose at the Bataclan
We'll sing "Killed By Death" as we stand arm in arm
to get it got to get it
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
hang up with my high gone (why)
Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some niggas make it all
a van
Driven by an elder gentlemen who cuts right in front of me
From now on that's all I see
(instrumental)
Chorus
Its a nine hour drive from me
vengeance ignorance must be bliss cause
Not too many talking bout it
I notice when it's mentioned everybody walk around it
The millionaires we follow all
all it takes and it's like, here we go
Thorough type niggas that control the streets
Rollin' deep, holdin' heat, don't even think about sleep
When we
a Mitsubishi Viamonte
Smell the roses, overdoses, givin' niggas they diagnosis
I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis
Shit for all of you all
low-ride, 'cause these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds
what you want now now now now
Check it
You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n
Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just a ghetto thang
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto
what it is come around for the lift up!
Òkè tálágbára gun tò n mí
Òhun lomo olórun gun tò n korin ma a gbó
Ìyen lo n munu mi dun mo n Kede
Come
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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