m o p – guns n roses lyrics
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
whenever a n-gg- bleed, it lead to guns n roses
and a real n-gg- knows is
everybody that have held had shot one
it’s like a -sshole, cause everybody’s got one
n-gg-z is gettin’ kinda bold
little shorties thirteen years old, tryin’ to leave a n-gg- cold
i’m packin’ my gat, and watchin’ my back, and ready for one
you n-gg-z wanna jump up, cause i ain’t goin’ out like willie
i propose a toast next n-gg- that play me close
(yeah)
i’ma have your f-ggot -ss hangin’ off a lamp post
(salute)
to my n-gg- that slid and did bids
to them n-gg-z that slipped and caught clips kid
it’s yo’ play on the blessings
me i send your maggot -ss back to the essence
n-gg-z have told ya, guns n roses that’s the path
so pack yo’ gat and watch yo’ -ss
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
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 reverend
and caught h-ll f-ckin’ with fame
so now they -ss gotta go to heaven
i fear no man and i ain’t omar epps
but i’m lettin’ motherf-ckers know the program
too many motherf-ckers died on the street
that’s why i tell motherf-ckers 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-ckin’ trey pound
just for my enemies so i can blow they chest in
’cause smith and wesson’s will have your whole family stressin’
another basket, casket closin’
they put away the guns, then here come the motherf-ckin’ roses
tags are promptly placed on your toes
you’re just another n-gg- 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
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
another motherf-ckin’ m-ssacre, yeah, m.o.p.
dese are the n-gg-z that i’m movin’ with g
to you snake -ss, two faced -ss n-gg-z
you gon’ make me grip and squeeze my sh-t
lifestyles of a ghetto child
gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
one or the other n-gg-, no doubt
you know the way the motherf-ckin’ story turns out
only your life or you’re chancin’
me, i got a record like my man charles manson
bill puttin’ n-gg-z on chill, you know the deal
quicker than a motherf-ckin’ hit man will
(another motherf-ckin’ cadillac)
yeah, another motherf-cker’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 n-gg- 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-ckin’ murder
mad brothers done died on the street
i know it’s crazy motherf-ckers that barely sleep
the color red from a hot hollow piece of lead
salute the world and then nod your head
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
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
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
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