Lyrics:
filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah
[Method Man]
We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all
Guns and roses, play the wall
The final curtain calls every day, all
8G Legacy, now you know the reality
8G Legacy, we been causing the hackery
8G Legacy, 8G Legacy
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot
I went to Rags N Riches
Yea Bad bitches
Like a nigga don't know ride around clock a gun, overload
Takin the perkies I do it for show, clock a bitch
have you stressin using Rogaine
Didn't chill wit her
Deal wit her
Nina had to get ill wit her
Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9ne
So I had to hit her wit
vir die moffies met guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou (Hallo)
Eksie, eksie
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
at school I was
Never had sense of direction, I was lost
Removed from the State school by the mother, oh
Soon enough I was moved to a private shithole
Yeah,
I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without
price,
Keep dreaming, living my life, still grinding to get my shine,
High skills like Tech N9ne,
Rhyme hit you like drive-by, grab mic and let's ride,
I
round Nigga I don't know why
My grandad told me nigga hold your own ground
Live by that till put me n the ground
Gotta stay solid stay ten toes down
You
a gram on the street, 50G
The part of Mr. Ropo was played by Mr T
fall
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!
Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear
by radio station
君のgeneration guns and roses
時代性 hip rhyme
移り気な music style
Everybody wanna twist and shout
Everyone,everyone Good people...
Good
raspberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID
I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z
Bitch it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
enough
Fuck 'em
Look in my face, my eyes red as blood
It's nothin'
Mr nickels ain't known for lettin' up
So cuff 'em
You think this champagne I'm spillin'
the concrete
That a rose had arose
Good girls stop being good
When I turn 'em into hoes
Dreams stop being dreams when I
Turn 'em into goals
Hallelujah gotta
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
I'm their shooter
My new guns is plastic, new N.O.R.E.'s a classic
I'ma live the dream yo
No time to sleep yo
If you know what we know
Y'all
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