Guns N Roses lyrics

Artist  : M.o.p. 
Song : Guns N Roses



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[Chorus]
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 nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga knows is
everybody that have held had shot one
It`s like a asshole, cause everybody`s got one
Niggaz is gettin kinda bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin to
leave a nigga cold
I`m packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready
for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain`t goin out
like Willie (?)

[Billy Danze]
I propose a toast (YEAH) next nigga that play me
close
I`ma have your faggot as* hangin off a lamp post
(SALUTE!) To my nigga that slid and did bids
(REST IN PEACE) To them niggaz that slipped and
caught clips kid
It`s yo` play on the blessings
Me I send your maggot as* back to the essence
Niggaz 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 f**kin with Fame, so now they as*
gotta go to heaven
I fear no man, and I ain`t Omar Epps
but I`m lettin motherf**kers know the program
Too many motherf**kers died on the street
That`s why I tell motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin 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
motherf**kin Roses
Tags are promptly placed on your toes
You`re just another nigga 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 motherf**kin massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz that I`m movin with G
To you snake-ass, two-faced as* niggaz
You gon` make me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Gun over Rose, choose your weapon or pick your
pose
One or the other nigga, no doubt
You know the way the motherf**kin story turns out
Only your life or you`re chancin
Me I got a record like my man Charles Manson
Bill puttin niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a motherf**kin hit man will
(Another motherf**kin Cadillac)
Yeah, another motherf**ker`s family dressed in
black
Whatever must be must be
Me I try to keep my sh*t a little low-key
See, cause you don`t know how it feels
Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link
that sh*t to Bill
Mostly because I never of (kid they tryin to herb
ya)
I ain`t doin time for no f**kin murder
Mad brothers done died on the street
I know it`s crazy motherf**kers 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)