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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 lead to Guns N
And a nigga knows is
Everybody that have held had one
It's a asshole, cause everybody's got one

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

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

To them niggaz that slipped and caught kid
It's yo' on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass back to the
Niggaz have 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 me, I'm packin' blue steel
with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step the concrete jungle

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

But I'm motherfuckers know the program
Too many motherfuckers died on the
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

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will your whole family stressin'
Another basket, closin'
They put the guns, then here come the motherfuckin' Roses
Tags are promptly placed on toes
You're just nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called 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.
are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G
To you snake ass, two ass niggaz
You gon' make me grip and my shit
Lifestyles of a child

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

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

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

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that to Bill
because I never of
(Kid tryin' to herb ya)
I doin' time for no fuckin' murder

Mad brothers done died on the
I know crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot piece of lead
Salute the world and 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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