Lyrics:
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
Ya
Ya
Ya
I can't even complain about it
Ain't no need to debate about it
I make it rain about it
I done gave you guns n roses
You still ain't write
hard gotta have fun
Party hard with the cash guns
Cash guns, yeah cash guns
Girl you know it's a vibe with us
Jay Honest:
Shawty say she want me cause my
(I`m gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I`m gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin` it real hard
N****z in
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"
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
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want to get
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,
on the cross, Guns N Roses
Cause guards need guards and I disrespect the post like I'm trolling
Sorry, it's not you it's the inner
You still ain't got it figured
my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
They don't make it where i'm from
But they tell me i'm the one
Big smoke in my lungs
Weed coming by the ton
Lately I been in my bag
Sauce dripp'n
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
no money from me (what? Nah)
And every nigga that's with me keep a gun (got it)
Bet not run up on us 'cause we ain't for none
We ain't for none
Write it down & spit on a song
Descriptive shit talker
Words compared to bullets in guns
This that military grade but I use it for fun
Pissed a couple
bleeding
I'm probably gonna burn for this
Ain't no lesson to learn from this
There's nothing I'ma earn
But it sure is fun (to catch a predator)
I said
Eating rappers like candy stuck to the gum now
Ain’t no fun when the rabbit toting the gun fye
N**** you know we end this bit n**** it ain’t no fun now
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
)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
It's, the, return
Black in the back
In the cut not trap
Probably think i got a gun
Cops come gotta run
Now it really ain’t fun
Problems yeah i got some
Problems yeah i
it if it's F-U-N
Hit it get it
But don't neflect preventions and limit's
We can eve lounge in the
Crib watch some movies
Starring Arnold Scwarzeneggar
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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