Lyrics:
grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My n****s on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams
Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash
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
at all
And I would run away it I would not fall
I joined the southern cavalry for fun
And I had rode a thousand horses
Always had a way with a gun
(uh)
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse (uh)
Red roses drop on boxes very often (uh)
Confetti torture, drinking Henny
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
delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
advertise
They say Tune you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed but the high stay the same
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
advertise
They say Tune you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed but the high stay the same
didn't miss not one
He put his last round in their horse's head
And when it fell, it crushed the last two dead
A few months passed
And Red set out of town
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
not one
He put his last round through their horse's head
And when it fell, it crushed the last two dead
A few months passed, and Red set out of town for
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
out the fog, bring out the snake
Living in exile by the lake
Talk with the shadows, talk with the dead
You'll never guess what the rose bush said
Talk
CHOPS AND POMPADOURS COLLECTED IN HER PHOTOS WITH NO REGRET, A LIFE OF EXCESS ROCK N ROLL AIN'T DEAD YET RESURRECTED LIKE THE ROSE OF JERICHO LET'S RAISE
and questions plain as your nose
But who would believe a little rose?
Winners and losers in love with themselves
No Santa Claus no happy elves
In this
Daughter of the sky, mother light divine
The gun explodes, and a horse goes cold
The valley echoes, and a bell tolls
Young Blanche wakes, inside fear
the lights off, you see a lot of life loss for the white horse
Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope
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