Lyrics:
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
blood
Show that pain is love
But I won't cry
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
For he
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Bout
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
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,
For the ghetto media
Don't let the light skin fool y'all
I will fuck you up
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry
This is what it
school go get my gun
Boyfriend go get my gun
A nice guy go get my gun
Nice try go get my gun
He made you cry get my gun
Dry yo eyes get my gun
Don't worry
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
Guns and roses
Yeah you don't own me
Guns and roses
Don't run don't own me
Highs and lows
And I'm flowing so deep
Highs and lows
And I'm flowing so
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
****s is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
Can't take no loss
Can't cry 'bout lost timeS
Live from the north
From the north side
Where n's lost
N's lost sight
Still need it frost
Need me frost bite
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
Come on and wake
diesel fuel
I really never did ever did needed you
I come through I pop up like peek a boo
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
Creepin', Nas got his so you fucked
If you don't got one
You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard
Poppin' the beans don't really care
Arrive on the scene my colors are there
Raise up your guns this isn't a flair
Who is you playin? this isn't
Lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
Casino and Wish don't give a fuck!
O I'm Gambino 'n the walkin dead wake up on the wrong side
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
I'mma stay down
Nothing finna break me these tears meant to fall down
Cry for the red rose smile for the sunshine
Growing through the concrete
We ride til
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Stronger now than yesterday
I was the one who came home with the gun
but I was the one who was loaded
Men never cry (so they say) or they weak
work it out
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