Lyrics:
Spizzle Go Crazy
Mill No Chill
Ayy Terk, Sparkheem
Close your eyes n***a's, tell me what do you see
You ain't in your jam then we can't even speak
Hey, Mr. Blues.
You need to light my spark.
It's been too long and now it's time to leave the dark.
No time for Jam. My passion needs to be amused.
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
been waiting to bloom
Roses are red but we still been wading the blues
Save me
Save me
Police with guns out there
Save me
Save me
Saved me
My pen and my
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
song by Guns N' Roses
I dunno
But I give in
God made man
Man made a gun
Gun kill a man
Man day blame God
God made man
Man made a gun
Gun kill a man
Man day blame God
I be ator u be Boss
standing tall
You are my Wonderwall so lovely n bizarre
By now you should know just what to do
Kiss me so I know you love me too
Kiss me So I'll know your
Still down with the fat joint
And only getting bigga
Respect to my man JMK with the zigga
Dog eat dog
What we gotta say we could hit this jam in
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
Just another morning for Mr. Blue
Touched up teeth n shined his shoes
Quaffed caffeine n speed to school
Tryin to teach tools in a world so cruel
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
Wait, way back in the day
Dudes from the South migrated this way North
Lookin for the higher pay of course
Led by the forces they became big bosses
Like
escargot
Jam'n yer nubs in a wood chipper
I live my life like it's fargo
An i'm far gone
Hit play on the disc it's a car bomb
Ain't pick'n the kids up from
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
a smile on me
Played with Guns n' Roses by the time that I was 23
Yes, there ain't no rock n' roller alive that was rock n' rollin' enough for me
Yeah,
blue or red and Fuk rotten in da Fed... or upstate get it str8 renovate fuk section 8... walk by faith not by sight gets U quicker to da gate? Hmm con
The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling
up the I n I IQ
Roses are red violets are blue
But I never seen another girl like you
From the first day we met me haffi make you my boo
Carry you go
hit the floor
Like a 9.5 just hit next door
Man, I bet they jumped when they felt that chord
It's a Gun ‘n' Roses reunion tour
Yeah us damn kids we're
Baby so bad and she use no hands
Got a barrel on the gun might clip her man
Hit him two times he ain't seen a F&N
Got a bad little bitch Ima hit once
As long as that F&N don't jam, he gon' live (got it on)
They all on the internet talkin' 'bout what he did
Niggas know where he lay, so he bought another
and white thang but now it's blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman
Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman
is played out (played out)
Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow (tomorrow)
All your guns is borrowed, I don't
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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