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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 knows is
Everybody have held had shot one
It's a asshole, cause everybody's got one

Niggaz is gettin' bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a cold
I'm my gat, and watchin' my back, and ready for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I goin' out like Willie

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

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

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

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

'Cause Smith and Wesson's have your whole family stressin'
Another basket, casket
They put the guns, then here come the motherfuckin' Roses
Tags are promptly placed on your
You're just another dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival when you 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.
Dese are the niggaz that I'm with G
To you ass, two faced ass niggaz
You gon' make me and squeeze my shit
of a ghetto child

Gun over rose, choose weapon or pick your pose
One or the nigga, no doubt
You the way the motherfuckin' story turns out
Only your life or you're

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

Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in
must be must be
Me I try to keep my a little low key
See, 'cause you know how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to that shit to Bill
Mostly because I of
(Kid tryin' to herb ya)
I doin' time for no fuckin' murder

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