Guns N Roses Lyrics - M.o.p.

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 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 

I propose a toast next nigga that play me close 

(Yeah) 

I'ma have your faggot ass hangin' off a lamp post 

(Salute) 

To my nigga that slid and did bids 

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 

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 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's will have your whole family stressin' 

Another basket, casket closin' 

They put away the guns, then here come the motherfuckin' 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 

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 motherfuckin' massacre, yeah, M.O.P. 

Dese are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G 

To you snake ass, two faced ass 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' hit man will 

(Another motherfuckin' Cadillac) 

Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in black 

Whatever must be must be 

Me I try to keep my shit a little low key 

See, 'cause you don't know how it feels 

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to Bill 

Mostly because I never of 

(Kid they tryin' to herb ya) 

I ain't doin' time for no fuckin' murder 

Mad brothers done died on the street 

I know it's crazy motherfuckers 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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