Lyrics:
Got me asking question like why was I made
Trying see this love but all I see this hate
They sending me black roses
They don't want me to live
They
kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
Pop out with a big gun, N4k, this shit ain't
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
to get me anywhere . . .
My poor worried heart was almost certain,
That this love affair would never be . . .
Then I sent a dozen yellow roses,
Then
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I
be worth cuz I need a
Ride or die to be by my side
Said she asking for a love song
Yh she just wana feel like she loved
Give her roses cuz she been
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and s***
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
N**** all of our love is
a hospital
She love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side
Twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow
I don't want blood on my
'm 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
Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yourself a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this
Time behind enemy lines, so
I got
feel like they been sacked by tuck
My n****z dont give a middle finger up
It's all fair love in war where we come from
I made it love it or hate it
he Ain gone do nun with them guns
With them guns
With them guns
With them guns
With them guns
These n***** capping but that shit ain't what I'm on
What
figured you knew the half
Please allow me to interrupt
I met this nice and bright lady
The three of us made a baby
Did shit that made her love me
black roses by the dozen
Been a bad mother fucker since a youngster ask my brothers
I’m the guy you give the ball to win the game and beat the buzzer
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
Somethin to be afraid of
[Big Noyd]
Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now
N****s used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same
Even love couldn't save us
We'd wake up
On a bed of guns and roses
Hah, I guess I'd rather suffer with her than be miserable without her
I buy
don't want to be your anchor
I just want to lay back down
Take another hit of dead roses
'Cause I remain alone
Sitting in this empty room
Consumed by
In a rose tattoo
This one's for the mighty sea
Mischief, gold and piracy
This ones for the man that raised me
Taught me sacrifice and bravery
thinkin about the roses
Picture all the moments, Roses
The Roses On My Deathbed
Baby You My Best Friend
Hold My Hand
You the one I love
Unforgettable
You
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