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To many racks in these balmain jeans
 
My foot on they necks in alexander
Mcqueens 

These n***** ain't having 
It ain't as good as it seems 
This

A duffel bag  of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how

n' Roses CD
Let’s Stayawake this Christmas Eve
I’m far too old but I still believe
I’ve got my stocking have you got yours
Let’s Stayawake and see

lies, sun never shines

We're kinda friends, while I'm in France, picture in Benz, avec moi
Rolling in Rolls, guns n' roses, time is a Rolex, konnichiwa

spot
While your jaw drop, her draws drop
Damn, shorty got a bald spot
I'm rock-n-roll like Guns & Roses
The consequences of my guns is roses
I reload

Cincinnati's open off the song Heavy Metal
Put us on your schedule, pencil us in
Did show after show, released Livin' 'n Cin
Took the city by storm
But

What's up O.g like I go by the name O.B.I MR. GHOST

We make move and we change tunes

Where I am I and where i was is a fucking different thing

U

Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning back rolling Indo
Blue lights roll up with the guns pulled 
Dear God I hope and pray to see

white
Risk for what? A hunnid dollars
Maybe for some new chains, guns & impalas
They don't get it
All of it, the things we've grown accustomed to
So

fiesta bajo sábanas usadas.

Oí a patos y carcajadas..

Por no escuchar a mi cucha el ""muchacho no salgas"".

 
Llueve de noviembre a siempre como Guns n

Bout Me

Ace Hood

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 3

2009

Mr. hood 
Nigga I'm good 
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this 
Bake this 
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should 
I'm beatin like

fucked I jus need to work out the kinks 
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,

Wishing command
Rubbing her feet
Making our plans
Making our ends
Never missing a beat

Gun go oops upside ya' head
Run, or Klu Klux gone, slide ya' dead

my N** every location we lock it
If your family say the word
We let it pop by the end of the week
We at your site giving you your Flowers
Since you

I got to meet her nana
Her daddy say
So you a city slicker
Mhmmm
I was surprised He Aint call me no N*****
He say so boy
You think you good for my

No rhyme
Enzyme
On crime
Mr. hide
Feel fine
Satisfied
You know the lie
No rhyme
Enzyme
On crime
Mr. hide
Feel fine
Satisfied
You know the lie
Don't

guns
Drive-by's like, "quiet on the set", then action (boom)
Now, all your homies keep passing
Well, it's sad enough
N**** you once trusted is now your

Uh, yeah
Astons and Roses
I’m not here for exposes
(It’s me on the beat by the way)
Pain in my heart, pain in my head
Dying i want, living instead
I

Bad Reputation

Vybz Kartel

The Voice of the Jamaican Ghetto

2013

a pree me
Dem ah seh mi is a don nuh call me so
Tru mi help ghetto yute when all fi now
Why you do dat mr.officer
Why yuh come n search inna mi house

it's all sex, drugs
And rock n roll

No Apologies (Whut thee Mixtape)
Don't feel sorry for me, nah khrysis
Ugh, some other shit

Two steps, from being

remote 
Blood in the lobby 
Thats murder she wrote 
Bodies been droppin
This pistol i tote
Family come first im like mr. incredible 
Killed by a snap

on the block reminding us to hang tough

I don't want the guns but I want the roses
This sweet child of mine just love her poses

Shake it up shoop shoop shoop

hit the floor
Like a 9.5 just hit next door
Man, I bet they jumped when they felt that chord
It's a Gun ‘n' Roses reunion tour

Yeah us damn kids we're

BEAUTIFUL GHETTO

 By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI 
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA

VERSE ONE: TUCK 88

Look, I was eleven when