Guns N Roses

Guns n roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns n roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns n roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid!
Guns n roses, hit 'em hit 'em up!
[lil' fame]
Whenever a ************* bleed, it lead to guns n roses
And a real ************* knows is
Everybody that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one
********** ***z is gettin kinda bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin to leave a ************* cold
I'm packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready for one
You *************z wanna jump up, cause i ain't goin out like willie (?)
[billy danze]
I propose a toast (yeah) next ************* that play me close
I'ma have your ************* ass hangin off a lamp post
(salute!) to my ************* that slid and did bids
(rest in peace) to them ************* z that slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the blessings
Me i send your maggot ass back to the essence
*************z have told ya , guns n roses that's the path
So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass
[chorus]
[lil' fame]
Guns n roses, no one opposes the mash out posse
You can't stop me
I'm packin blue steel steppin with my weapon waitin for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the concrete jungle
Foes'll hear the words from the reverand
And caught hell ************* with fame, so now they ass gotta go to heaven
I fear no man, and i ain't omar epps
But i' m lettin mother******s know the program
Too many mother******s died on the street
That's why i tell mother******s to back up and play me feet
Just the other day i put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around with the mother************* trey-pound
Just for my enemies so i can blow they chest in
Cause smith and wesson'll have your whole family stressin
Another basket, casket closin
They put away the guns, then here come the mother********* **** roses
Tags are promptly placed on your toes
You're just another ************* dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival when you play it to the end
Before you go out in a blaze, may the best man win
[chorus]
[billy danze]
Another mother******** ***** massacre, yeah, m.o.p.
Dese are the *************z that i'm movin with g
To you snake-ass, two-faced ass *************z
You gon' make me grip and squeeze my *************t
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
One or the other *************, no doubt
You know the way the mother****** ******* story turns out
Only your life or you're chancin
Me i got a record like my man charles manson
Bill puttin *********** **z on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a mother************* hit man will
(another mother*********** ** cadillac)
Yeah, another mother******'s family dressed in black
Whatever must be must be
Me i try to keep my ********** ***t a little low-key
See, cause you don't know how it feels
Everytime a ************* get killed they try to link that *** **********t to bill
Mostly because i never of (kid they tryin to herb ya)
I ain't doin time for no ********** *** murder
Mad brothers done died on the street
I know it's crazy mother******s that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead
Salute the world and then nod your head
[chorus] - (repeat to fade)