Lyrics:
you see me turn your head, I don't like you all that much
I got guns and roses in my head, so bang yours to the drums
I got
Guns and roses in my head,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, roses, roses
Baby don't lie, this is a vibe, I can just tell by the look in your eye
Louis the bag, Gucci the shirt, I can tell
Baby like Stunna, I'm talkin' Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I'm talkin' maybe like eight
Couple niggas from the city wishin' on a star, can
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So n**** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be
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
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by ya side
Somebody dying tonight
Somebody dying tonight
I keep that glick by my side
Them niggas ain't cut like I
I
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
and dangerous trapped in my thoughts and i'm hoping you notice
Telling me tales bout her ways n changes, all that shits cap and i know that shits bogus
Dodging
dollar shop air
Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital
Cash only
You'll get caught in the mirror if you try anything stupid
Very important people
Fucking
a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe guns back
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I
ain't you n****
They ain't gone never understand
Yea,yea, yea, yea, yea let's go
Baby don't get in yo feelins
I told you i ain't want no dealings
(Can't
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
a day, a place to stash
Pull up in the rose then hopped in the Wraith
Six hundred bands for all of my friends
I rock with my brother forever, no N's
We've
top.
(Formica top, it had a formica top).
Well, I'll tell you 'bout the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by
I don't relate to you fuck niggas
Don't believe what you said
We got the streets in a figure four
Lock this shit by the leg
Walked thin ice
them rushing to kick 'em
Makes 'em cheer up
And so he knows, his heart stays in his throat
Gun hidden by his waistcoat
There's no where else to go
This
a Ho place
i walk in the booth and paint on ""The Crow"" face
HOOK
Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin
Me
And I Ain't One Of Those N****s Out Here Stuntin' For T.V.
I Gotta Keep It Gangsta
Now I Can Show You How To Put In Work, And Move Them Birds
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