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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, cause got one

Niggaz is kinda bold
Little thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a nigga cold
I'm packin' my gat, and watchin' my back, and for one
You niggaz wanna up, cause I ain't 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 slid and did bids

To niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass to the essence
have told 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 packin' blue
Steppin' with my weapon, for the rumble
I'm trouble, step the concrete jungle

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

But I'm lettin' motherfuckers the program
Too motherfuckers died on the street
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 around with the motherfuckin' trey pound
Just for my so I can blow they chest in

'Cause Smith and Wesson's have your whole family stressin'
basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, here come the motherfuckin' Roses
are promptly placed on your toes
You're just another nigga dead, go, gotta go
The game is called when 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 niggaz I'm movin' with G
To you snake ass, two faced ass
You gon' 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 the way the motherfuckin' story turns out
your life or you're chancin'

Me, I got a record like my man Manson
Bill puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the
Quicker than a hit man will
(Another Cadillac)

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

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

Mad brothers done died on the
I know it's crazy motherfuckers that sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of
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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