Lyrics:
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
The U.N. is right; you can't be any more "un"
Than you are right now; the U.N. is undone
Another mushroom cloud, another smoking gun
The threat is real,
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
in self made labyrinths
Thirteen hours to escape
David Bowie 86
Guns N Roses 87
Got an Appetite for Slim
Eminem has been my hero ever since
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga
[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n
take over ya drug route
Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out
I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace
But got guns for you
Raising hustlers, thieves and prostitutes,
Young homie think before you shoot, murderer.
Where will our children go when there's no place
Raisin' hustlers thieves and prostitutes
Young homie think before you shoot
Murderer
[Chorus]
It's a crazy mixed up world
It's the end
Raising hustlers, thieves and prostitutes,
Young homie think before you shoot, murderer.
Where will our children go when there's no place
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
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
Raising hustlers, thieves and prostitutes
Young homie think before you shoot, murderer
Where will our children go
When there's no place safe
take over ya drug route
Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out
I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace
But got guns for you
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
Through a b**** is how I met that n**** with a baby 'fro
Mariner's Village has in it bassas who look for blow
I was by the mailboxes when asked where
Hook:
Pain and all the struggle, you don’t understand the half of it
Dead Roses on that corner, hold broken dreams with some candle lit
Everybody
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
Shorty, what you tryna do?
Can't you see I got the cash and I'm the sickest in the group
I'm slicker than a pimp, I fuck my bitches like a prostitute
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
The unconquered S-u-n that shine in the sky
Not the S-o-n, the Christ
It's a feast of the winter solstice
Which included the lighting of bonefires
And decorating
from
Ok, I seen pimps pimping prostitutes on the
corner, guns blazing before the sun come up
Walk out the house, check my back twice if the sun ain't up
the needle
Smokin' the crack
Prostitute snortin' coke
So she can give 'em a sack
Walk in the church
Switchin' places with the minister
Clear out the room
Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way
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