Gunz--N-Rosez

Lyricism and life guns and roses

Rob execs take the pennies out your loafers

A lot of rappers but papoose the dopest

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Lyricism and life guns and roses

Jack Maybachs blow the brains out your chauffeurs

A lot of rappers, papoose the dopest

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My live crew pop like guy moo pop advise you pop

Wise new plots I ride through blocks and find new spots

Nah-uh you not uh-huh you watch

When I hop out the dread be like, "Man don't do dat"

Get lined up like five roof tops I cock two glocks

Find you behind new locks 'cause papoose got

Two knots inside two socks few rocks inside shoe box

You got two hot blocks who block you got

You dropped, you dropped you hot you not you popped you flop

you got to stop hops you not Tupac

Chew shots through blocks since doowop pop and koolats

Every last one of you niggaz could eat the ooh wop

I stack money while you spending your dough

I must-stash like the hair between your lip and your nose

Never partied always ran with the mothers

The only Summer Jam I ever had, was if my gun jammed in the summer

Cock the Uzi

Chip a nickel and diamond for a loosey

You coming through shining like we 'aint riding for the Louchey

Homie none of your diamonds don't induce me

'Cause yo I put blood on your ice, and turn your diamonds into rubies

Kill intent, catch my enemy at a big event

Watching while he party in advance of getting bent

Soon as he try to use the bathroom I'm slipping in

Sending guns smoke through the vents

I'ma add something stupid like, can I buy one of your cigarettes

Put the burner under his chin and leave the ceiling wet

They incorrect, niggaz spending money to get respect

They don't know the way to get respect is disrespect

How you cut a nigga in the face to get a rep

Real gangsters cut him in his neck

And if you catch an attempt murder that don't mean you a bigger threat

That just means you 'aint no motherfucking killer yet

My pistol send you to death

Rip through your Mitchell and Ness

Like car dealers you hit the deck

They hit your man with the Smith and Wess

Dump shots all in a nigga chest

You could see his bones he missing flesh

Stead of getting a gun, you run and go get a vest

Niggaz tore your man out the frame and you 'aint get the picture yet?

Dope fiends lined up making the strip a mess

That dope got them fiends online like the Internet

They tried to come on my block selling that fucking boy

Nigga my gun got fire like its unemployed

Say send me out the semi out they let me out I'm focused

Dessies out the holsters

Empty out the 4-5th

If I was a blood, I split the C like I'm Moses

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