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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 have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause got one

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

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

To niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the
Me I send maggot ass back to the essence
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the
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 out posse
You can't stop me, I'm packin' blue
Steppin' with my weapon, for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the concrete

Foes'll hear the words the reverend
And caught fuckin' with fame
So now ass gotta 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 tell to back up and play me feet
Just the day I put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around the motherfuckin' trey pound
Just for my enemies so I can blow they in

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will have your whole stressin'
basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, then 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 ass, two faced ass niggaz
You make me grip and squeeze my shit
of a ghetto child

Gun over rose, 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 record my man Charles Manson
puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a motherfuckin' hit man
(Another Cadillac)

Yeah, another motherfucker's family in black
must 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 that shit to
Mostly I never of
(Kid they to herb ya)
I ain't time for no fuckin' murder

Mad done died on the street
I know it's crazy motherfuckers barely sleep
The color red a hot hollow piece of lead
Salute the 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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