Lyrics:
lonely, now
I know your window and I know its late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
me lonely now
I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Mean Streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
he's selling
youngin' call the labels
Make em' bump that
Streets goin' crazy, "why the fuck he ain't signed yet?"
Guns and roses
Them niggas don't love you, nigga
Guns
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
shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (what)
We're untouchable
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
makes for urgent love
It gives a feel that it's all unreal, it's from up above
Tellin' some small secrets, dreamin' dreams by phone
And terrified
Mi gun nuh stick, nuh bodda rush me wid no stick
You think me n'ave it, you get trick cah di metric
Di bwoy shock like electric when him see it
Him
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
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
Now my widow she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless
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
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
on a Saturday night
It was tragic, it's there on the street
The quicksilver and the warm jets
Make your leopard-skin dream complete
Intrigued by alcove
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