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M.O.P. - Guns N Roses lyrics
[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 ass 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 ass 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 fuckin with Fame, so now they ass gotta go to heaven I fear no man, and I ain't Omar Epps but I'm lettin motherfuckers know the program Too many motherfuckers died on the street That's why I tell motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin trey-pound Just for my enemies so I can blow they chest in Cause Smith and Wesson'll have your whol |
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