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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 knows is
that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, everybody's got one

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

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

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 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 mash out
You can't stop me, I'm packin' steel
Steppin' with my weapon, waitin' for the
I'm trouble, into the concrete jungle

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

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

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will have whole family stressin'
basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, then here the motherfuckin' Roses
Tags are promptly placed on your
You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, go
The game is called survival when you 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 or you're chancin'

Me, I got a record my man Charles Manson
puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a 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 that shit to
because I never of
(Kid tryin' to herb ya)
I ain't doin' time for no fuckin'

Mad brothers done on the street
I know crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of
Salute the world and then nod 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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