Lyrics:
we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with
learned the rest myself and now I'm
Shining
Hoe I been
Grinding
Can't you tell
by the way I'm polished
Knockin' these opps down
way too often
Got my demons
== Verse 1 ==
They be sittin’ down and smokin’ weed on the block and be sittin’ n’ waitin’ until nine o’clock
And their money and jewelry be down
It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man
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
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
it ain't 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
See The Fear In Your Eye
When We Open Up The Door N
We Caught U By Surprise ha!
I Got Oozies N Ak's Of Plenty
I Got Gadgets N Gun Made Galoore
of a little Italian farm. Which, just for a day, found itself in the front line. At that moment it was simply point 098524, where two German machine guns had
away
My farm down on Cimarron
Now all around the world
Where ever dust is swirled
There is some from my Oklahoma home
Oh and it's blown away
Roses
Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4
me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
That troubles in her blood.
Thinks I'm
wicked Felina, the girl that I love
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
a fleet
Big racks
The figures I'm charging look like Monique
Been that
Down for that smoke could o.d on weed
He talked that
That lil' n must think he me
fingers to the bone
I never even wanted this old farm
I wrapped 'em up in gunny sacks
I hitched a wagon
Threw 'em in the back
I buried that Joe down
sip syrup like Waffle House
They plea bargain they coppin out
ARs & Kel-Tecs wipe it down
I look like Boosie wipe me down
Rackets on me nigga run n tell
around look them mud eye gun 'em down
(That's how I hit 'em and) cool 'em off what the f*** is you hollin' bout
N****z be run-in wild) paid to strip
dying tonight
Red roses by ya side
Them boys done took ya life
Ya family grieving tonight
Dark clouds gone fill the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
fuck it several
Fucking bitches by the several
Chains on a N***as shinning
Pedal to to the metal
Diamonds on me bezeled
Fuck ex it's settled
Game
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
harm
Farm the fucking land
Karmas screaming at me lend a hand
Band this lit Crew be damned with no food to eat
Beat this heat selling everything to farm
one more notch on his gun
And when he turned to go
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept
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