Lyrics:
the rabbit got the gun
Huh? Went from slave days, whips and chains
To luxury whips, flat chains that hang
Used to get lynched and hanged
Now we hang
crash and burn
Waxing philosophic in my sermons
You ain’t get the power till you earned it
Real ones in my circle so it’s perfect
Picture perfect standing
A Nigga With That Hammer
Then We Roll Him Up In Russian Creams
Ball’n Like The Major Leagues
From Onion Rings To Whole Q P’s
Straight Off The Snap, Like
I got my drink n my 2 step, my drink n my 2 step
Got my drink n my 2 step, my drink n my 2 step
It?s on, it?s on, it?s on and I'm home
Get the Patron
marines with hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following
get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear
you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
'Cause I'm a f***in drama king like my n**** Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money,
'em up like Con Edison,
She got no fear five rings in their ear,
Holes in their nose, way-out clothes.
Living life to the fullest buck shot
wanna get naughty
Young John Gotti, love gun got bodies, real sloppy, try to copy, can't fill a nigga nikes
I'm really in the game, boys treat it like
to read
Between the lines when she got
The whole line bagging for her Numbers
Credit cards on the table yeah she be Uh
N** s well tapped in never hit it
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
on mine
Outlawz my spine, it ain't hard to find
But get ya and lay low
And get ya piece by the dough
I keep my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
I keep
me?
This gun in my bag artillery
I move the bag left by Hilary
Got suicide doors I'm killin' me
Ayy, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund
I get my
don't touch that pole
Legs in the air I'ma snatch her soul tongue on rose, ring rose gold
Horse and carriage you're the one I want
I'ma grip you by ya
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES!! indeed it get
Need ya
I ain't playin' I just wanna please ya
You my lil'
Rose
Rose
You my lil' Rose
We look so good together
Get ready to pose
Yea we gon' shine
they soul to rap
Yea
I never use to have it all
N*** no
I only pray to GOD
That a n**** never poor
Now he got me in the ring
Like I'm Riddick Bowe
Got
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
fuck 'em all what I scream
As I dream in tongues fuck a trick
Get me rich and the bitches'll come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts
[Chorus: x2]
(Threw her in the trunk)
Was tryin' to smash, get her cash
But her mouth was hella fast, so I threw her ass (in the trunk!)
And even
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
Good evening.
Rose was slightly frightened by the beasts voice but she tried to disguise her fear. She spoke up.
Hello? My name is Rose. I appreciate
How the hell you spell GUN, G-U-N, G-U-N How the hell you spell RUN, R-U-N, R-U-N
Let's go and slide and have fun, Are You In, Are You In. I'm tired
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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