Lyrics:
a lil' n**** so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it
Do a lot of gun busting
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing n****s run
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
gun!
Oh, one time
Oh, two times
Oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them
might need a chauffeur
Lean in my soda
So I'ma need a shoulder
Why you got your nose up?
I smell like Guns N' Roses
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't
Under the gun
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would
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
Into the battle with power and might
Sound the guns, raise the cannons of war...
With the North Star to guide us
We ride on the sky
Blazing up
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas)
N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who)
Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix)
Neo reload
guy!
Sweat all day in the sun!
Roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle I've made,
I'm unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun!
(He's a unionized roofin' old
of the machine gun in my
Hands"
"the feeling of, of the machine gun I
N my hands" (here we go, 30
Rounds"
"the women had been ignored"
"I like the,
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
You might not know it by the way we talk,
We might not show it by the way we
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
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
the talking
Come out all guns blazing like Arthur Morgan
School of grime a passed with flying Colours
Flinging out bars a stack em by dozen
Each one of your
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
I dispel my fear
I dispel my fear
By the guns of Ataraxia
My trenches are of golden rose
And their fire my forge
Suffer all your worries
All your
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I rode to my homeland
And carried the memory
Over the valley below
And the heart of a nation
The war cry was blazing
And the loss of my brothers
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
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
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