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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 N Roses
And a real knows is
Everybody that have held had one
It's like a asshole, everybody's got one

Niggaz is gettin' bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a cold
I'm packin' my gat, and watchin' my back, and for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I goin' out like Willie

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

To them that slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the
Me I send your maggot ass back to the
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the
So pack yo' gat and 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 the mash out posse
You can't stop me, I'm packin' steel
Steppin' with my weapon, for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the jungle

Foes'll the words from the reverend
And caught hell with fame
So now ass gotta go to heaven
I fear no man and I Omar Epps

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

'Cause and Wesson's will have your whole family stressin'
basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, then here come the Roses
Tags are promptly placed on toes
just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is 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.
are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G
To you snake ass, two faced ass
You make me grip and squeeze my shit
of a ghetto 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 niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker a motherfuckin' hit man will
(Another Cadillac)

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

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

Mad done died on the street
I know it's crazy motherfuckers that barely
The red from a hot hollow 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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