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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 nigga is
Everybody that have had shot one
like a asshole, cause everybody's got one

Niggaz is 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 niggaz wanna jump up, 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 slid and did bids

To them niggaz that and caught clips kid
yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your ass back 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 blue steel
Steppin' with my weapon, waitin' for the
I'm trouble, step the concrete jungle

hear the words from the reverend
And caught hell fuckin' with
So now ass gotta go to heaven
I no man and I ain't Omar Epps

But I'm lettin' know 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 walk around with the trey pound
Just for my so I can blow they chest in

Smith and Wesson's will have your whole family stressin'
Another basket, casket
They put away the guns, here come the motherfuckin' Roses
Tags are placed on your toes
You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, 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 that I'm movin' G
To you snake ass, two faced ass
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 motherfuckin' story out
Only your life or you're

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

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

Everytime a get killed they try to link that shit to Bill
Mostly I never of
(Kid they tryin' to ya)
I doin' time for no fuckin' murder

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