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
to get this going
While reloaded
With my Guns and Roses
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a Rolling Stone with my Guns'N'Roses
Find me at Linkin Park with my
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out, they pull me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with
he don't need that coffin
Most n****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
dumb I was just havin some fun
And I’m too hot and I came straight out the slums nigga don’t call me a bum
She kno I’m hot she wan fuck wit a gun, she
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I`m gonna buy me a gun)
For my n****z on the WestSide and the EastSide
And the NorthSide and the SouthSide
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
keep do'n
More cats that slang cain and more lives get ruined
No daddys, so Boys ta Men, raised by lady's
And much props ta dem ladies raise'n dem
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
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
Rock out like the Guns N' Roses
Pop out like the sun where its frozen
Rock out no guitar, wipe ya noses
I got a bitch that play her role
Bad like
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Welcome to the motherfucking show
I go by the name of
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!
roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la"
Ayy, I'm rolling out with my boo
soft as rose pettles b
Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin
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,
tele malofa o lo fa o fa ori
I get two girls wey dey try me
My OG level make I bounce out
Force strains no go whyne me
We turn the building to a trap
sing
My nigga (I'll let it sing, my nigga)
Dragon tatted on me, step
Up, you'll get flamed, My nigga
(You'll get flamed, my nigga)
Damn, I apply pressure
Mi gun nuh stick, nuh bodda rush me wid no stick
You think me n'ave it, you get trick cah di metric
Di bwoy shock like electric when him see it
Him
nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away
[Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up
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