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restored 
The world that we transformed with guns and swords ey
Guns n roses sad faces n' poses 
Don't get lost between the lines and my energy combined ​
I

Hanging on the wall?
Remember every t-shirt we stole
From the local mall? (Ace of Spades by Motörhead)
Remember Guns n' Roses came out?
We were standin'

Gunsmoke Cologne

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

albums then I'm falling back
So then you never see your brosé slack
I made a pact with promoters that the show stay packed
Moving merchandise, y'all

Roach, Tech N9ne and Ces Cru
Hopsin, Jarren Benton, Funk Volume
Played everyday and still I do
I was 13 he had an iPad
Played this song by a man who raps

Rappers I'm done with them
We the best
Disagree
Mak will put a gun to em
Usain I'm runnin' em
Nick Cannon I'm sonnin' em
They claim to be DMC but ain't no

Uh, yeah
Astons and Roses
I’m not here for exposes
(It’s me on the beat by the way)
Pain in my heart, pain in my head
Dying i want, living instead
I

From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side

low
Gettin' the paper, I'm gettin' the dough like I'ma baker
They feelin' me flow, I'm Naughty By Nature
I'm ballin' so hard like I'ma Laker
From head

Black Widow

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs

Keep It Thoro

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove

to d day 
Shit I don't even need my gun I hit you with the melee
Shit I quit smoking but I could  use some KK 
I ain't have a job I had quaps every day

at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more

branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.

He never had a mom
And never had a pops
Movin' from foster homes
16 n he slangin' rocks
He traded his teddy bear for a knife
And knife for a gun

on the
Bus looking like she pregnant
Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops
Rose drop (Skr)
13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top
(Boom boom boom boom boom)

It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need

n they try and fuck it
Niggas see a bad bitch ask her if she suck dick
Straight to the point i aint never try n front shit
Nigga tryna akt tough when

the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that

c'qui est fait, regarde pas c'qui est faible
Négro passé de RSA à ISF
Fuck les agents, j'ai pas d'gun sur la jambe
Je suis pas riche, moi, j'suis

qu'un lascar
Love, sexe, drugs, mais pas de ciel rose
Il m'manque quelque chose, lost angels
Dis-moi qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
J'ai le cœur qui explose, boum

war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I

on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young

Pamiętam kiedy byłem małym chłopcem
Po lekcjach odpalałem Guns n’ roses
Byłem Slash-em albo Axl-em Rose-m
Skacząc po kanapie w wyobraźni grałem

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that