Lyrics:
since the fifth grade
LL told me to rock the bells
N.W.A said, "Fuck the police," now I'm in jail
'93 was strictly R&B
Fucked up hair cut, listened
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
Bodies Not no Navi's
I can put 4 elbows in a box n get' em straight to bama
Or I can get that dog for a buc n take it straight to tampa
Take a razor carve
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
'n' cons, džaba ti defence
Roses 'n' guns, nove tene – New Balance
Alors on danse, sa šejtanom dance
Bič i revolveri – kauboj Indiana Jones
Jon Jones
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
tricky
Young turn n***a from the park, uh-huh
Went from lam' to rose' to hoppin' out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh
We be in the hood, hot, watchin' out for
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
prick/ nothins more irritatin then a non-funny twit/ cut some bitches hair n put it in a locket/ then told her Latinas are so erotic/ drinkin pussy juice
you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog
eagle bursting
You haven't seen the worst and
I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movi'n slow
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
a drive by
Bye bye bye somebody gonna die
This goes out to all of my n****s
All of my dogs who make major figures
Hold up your one or see me squeeze my
Bitch you better
Bitch you better
Bitch you better run bitch
You better run bitch
Right behind you with that gun
When these cuts are from the rose
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
me guns
But I gave them roses
Jacob at the well the heavens opened up
Enemies oppose but I'm still chosen
Enemies oppose but I'm still chosen
I gave
The gun store ain't seen a rifle this large
Computer thugs you niggas typing too hard
We backspace and delete a nigga
Them A list parties I never see
pack for free
Told em' playas ain't played with
So bitch don't play with me
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them
a**
N**** that'll split ya, come test my size
Ready for the end, you gon' realize my enterprise
Oh, somebody caught you by surprise
Leavin' 'em
On that day I was destined to fail
He rose again after drinking from the grail
It's because of his father I was put in a cell
The sun doesn't shine
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