Lyrics:
don't touch that pole
Legs in the air I'ma snatch her soul tongue on rose, ring rose gold
Horse and carriage you're the one I want
I'ma grip you by ya
who you are
Get that
M-O-N-E-Y
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N
Coming straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
The bigger my gun them niggas im with is horse and jung
And of course youll become a corpse if you fucking with me
The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me
I
niggers even stay that's why we pour a liquor for the grief of dead, we miss you
The will receive guns'n'roses, and from me you need a bunch of roses
Clone Technique Activation
Fire flame 'til it, Gun Clicking, Gun
Clicking, Gun Clicking, Gun Clicking
Gun Clicking
Leave 'em dead to say the least
You
say I'm down to earth, no asteroid(asteroid)
Chop wit a half moon take your life force
Blue hunnids in some skinny's like I'm Lipo'n(racks)
Horse power
Soon after that came horses which he traded for a gun.
Then one day Bill rode out of town and left his dust behind, but Tom was sore he never said
don't show love
Then guarantee when u are
Dead and Gone....
Don't give me roses when I'm dead and gone
Cah Nuff ah dem nuh rate yuh from the day yuh
a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
Hello, fuck it (Suwu)
Roses are red and my stones too, ah
The roses are dead and my phone too
Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too, ah
Cut
could
I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was Guns 'n
one more notch on his gun
And when he turned to go
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
you can still shot like IV
If a n*gga pull up we gone leave his dead laying down on the crime scene
And they ask why that n*gga had to try me
Look,
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
Hanging on the wall?
Remember every t-shirt we stole
From the local mall? (Ace of Spades by Motörhead)
Remember Guns n' Roses came out?
We were standin'
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine-gunned
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
and drop it on yo head
Trappin ain't dead
Man Dese pussy niggas scared
Imma different kinda guy
So others don't compare
Imma gun finatic
Cop em like a pair
Intro:
Yow MOBcY! Yow Bayroute, Rose Heights, Top Road!
From a boy violate the block, yuh done know the code!
Chorus:
Left dem dead and evreything
The dead people they have homes in the graveyard
The sick people they have place hospitals
The law breakers they have place throng
But us, we have
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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