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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 real knows is
Everybody that have had shot 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 wanna jump up, cause I ain't goin' out Willie

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

To them niggaz slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass to the essence
have 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 blue steel
Steppin' my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the jungle

Foes'll 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' know the program
Too many motherfuckers 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
for my enemies so I can blow they chest in

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

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

Me, I got a like my man Charles Manson
Bill puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the
than a motherfuckin' hit man will
(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 how it feels

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

Mad done died on the street
I know crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red 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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