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[Chorus] Folienbeschriftung fuer Auto 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 Weihnachtskarten basteln 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] Website erstellen 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 Webdesign Leverkusen
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[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 Kudzu 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 Regenwurm Experiment 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 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 monrose senna
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[Billy Danze] 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 Grafiken umrechnen 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
