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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 nigga is
that have held had shot one
It's a asshole, cause everybody's got one

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

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

To them niggaz that slipped and caught kid
It's yo' play on the
Me I send your maggot ass back to the
Niggaz have ya, Guns N Roses that's the path
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 opposes the out posse
You can't stop me, I'm blue steel
with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the jungle

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

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

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

Gun over rose, your weapon or pick your pose
One or the nigga, no doubt
You the way the motherfuckin' story turns out
Only your life or 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 dressed in black
Whatever be must be
Me I try to my shit a little low key
See, 'cause you don't know how it

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

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