Lyrics:
living reckless
Shaking dice i live by the dice
Now the devil on my right ear
Angel on my left ear
Harmonies Blues, Guns and Roses
Mama tried to warn me
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I'm
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (N-I-C-K)
And it feels like, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam)
'Cause baby, when you're gone
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
to finger fuck them
Niggas creeping in my main yard
Peeking through the window
Bird hunting like the gun game on Nintendo
Wish that I was there I probably
face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it
Cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
itself so I don't need a chauffeur (skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don't need a holster (see that?)
Been gettin' bread, who the fuck needs a toaster?
reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs
up all on MTV
Niggas looking at the screen like
It's ghosts that they see
I like my Rosé red my
Diamonds blue my money green
TIP put me on the team
Give me 4 wheels made in the USA
An old dog riding shot gun
I'll take burger and fries with a cold beer
After a hard days work in the hot sun
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
Joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
soft as rose pettles b
Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin
though
Light up your cigerattes
She a calamity trigger laced with guns n roses
She's a desperata
Most wanted
A tattooed six shooter
By her side pocket
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
Yo, I've seen Raj
He been a friend for years
Now your boy in blue, how he switched up gears
He said how I been?
I got a ear full of bad news
Your ?
'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle
looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues
restored
The world that we transformed with guns and swords ey
Guns n roses sad faces n' poses
Don't get lost between the lines and my energy combined
I
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Is this love
To good to b true
Roses are red
Violets are
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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