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N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Whenever a nigga bleed, it to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga is
Everybody that have held had one
It's like a asshole, everybody's got one

is gettin' kinda bold
Little shorties years old, tryin' to leave a nigga cold
I'm my gat, and watchin' my back, and ready for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain't out like Willie

I propose a next nigga that play me close
(Yeah)
I'ma have your ass hangin' off a lamp post
(Salute)
To my nigga that and did bids

To them niggaz that and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the
Me I send your maggot ass back to the
Niggaz told ya, Guns N Roses that's the path
So yo' gat and watch yo' ass

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, no one opposes the mash out
You can't stop me, I'm packin' steel
with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step the concrete jungle

hear the words from the reverend
And caught hell fuckin' with
So now they ass gotta go to
I no man and I ain't Omar Epps

But I'm lettin' motherfuckers know the
Too motherfuckers died on the street
That's why I motherfuckers to back up and play me feet
the other day I put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around the motherfuckin' trey pound
Just for my enemies so I can they chest in

Smith and Wesson's will have your whole family stressin'
Another basket, closin'
They put away the guns, then here come the Roses
Tags are placed on your toes
You're just another dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival when you it to the end
Before you go out in a blaze, may the man win

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Another massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz I'm movin' with G
To you ass, two faced ass niggaz
You gon' me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a ghetto

Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick pose
One or the other nigga, no
You know the way the motherfuckin' turns out
your life or you're chancin'

Me, I got a record like my man Manson
Bill puttin' niggaz on chill, you the deal
Quicker a motherfuckin' hit man will
(Another Cadillac)

Yeah, another motherfucker's family in black
Whatever be must be
Me I try to my shit a little low key
See, 'cause you know how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to
because I never of
(Kid they tryin' to ya)
I ain't doin' for no fuckin' murder

Mad brothers done on the street
I it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow of lead
Salute the world and then nod your

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
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