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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 knows is
Everybody that have had shot one
It's a asshole, cause everybody's got one

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

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

To niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your ass back to the essence
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 stop me, I'm packin' blue steel
Steppin' with my weapon, for the rumble
I'm trouble, step the concrete jungle

Foes'll hear the words the reverend
And caught hell fuckin' with
So now they ass go to heaven
I fear no man and I ain't Omar

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

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will have whole family stressin'
Another basket, closin'
They put away the guns, then here come the Roses
Tags are promptly on your toes
You're just another dead, gotta go, gotta go
The is called survival when you play it to the end
you go out in a blaze, may the best 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 that I'm movin' G
To you snake ass, two ass niggaz
You gon' make me grip and squeeze my
Lifestyles of a child

Gun rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
One or the nigga, no doubt
You the way the motherfuckin' story turns out
Only your or you're chancin'

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

Yeah, another motherfucker's family in black
Whatever must be be
Me I try to keep my shit a low key
See, 'cause you don't how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to
Mostly because I of
(Kid tryin' to herb ya)
I ain't doin' time for no fuckin'

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

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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