Текст песни M.O.P. - Guns N Roses, слова песни M.O.P.

Текст песни M.O.P. - Guns N Roses

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[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 RosesAnd a real nigga knows iseverybody that have held had shot oneIt`s like a asshole, cause everybody`s got oneNiggaz is gettin kinda boldLittle shorties thirteen years old, tryin to leave a nigga coldI`m packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready for oneYou niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain`t goin out like Willie (?)[Billy Danze]I propose a toast (YEAH) next nigga that play me closeI`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 kidIt`s yo` play on the blessingsMe I send your maggot ass back to the essenceNiggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that`s the pathSo pack yo` gat and watch yo` ass[Chorus][Lil` Fame]Guns N Roses, no one opposes the MASH OUT POSSEYou can`t stop meI`m packin blue steel steppin with my weapon waitin for the rumbleI`m trouble, step into the concrete jungleFoes`ll hear the words from the reverandAnd caught hell fuckin with Fame, so now they ass gotta go to heavenI fear no man, and I ain`t Omar Eppsbut I`m lettin motherfuckers know the programToo many motherfuckers died on the streetThat`s why I tell motherfuckers to back up and play me feetJust the other day I put my man in the ground, so nowI walk around with the motherfuckin trey-poundJust for my enemies so I can blow they chest inCause Smith and Wesson`ll have your whole family stressinAnother basket, casket closinThey put away the Guns, then here come the motherfuckin RosesTags are promptly placed on your toesYou`re just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta goThe game is called survival when you play it to the endBefore you go out in a blaze, may the best man win[Chorus][Billy Danze]Another motherfuckin massacre, yeah, M.O.P.Dese are the niggaz that I`m movin with GTo you snake-ass, two-faced ass niggazYou gon` make me grip and squeeze my shitLifestyles of a ghetto childGun over Rose, choose your weapon or pick your poseOne or the other nigga, no doubtYou know the way the motherfuckin story turns outOnly your life or you`re chancinMe I got a record like my man Charles MansonBill puttin niggaz on chill, you know the dealQuicker than a motherfuckin hit man will(Another motherfuckin Cadillac)Yeah, another motherfucker`s family dressed in blackWhatever must be must beMe I try to keep my shit a little low-keySee, cause you don`t know how it feelsEverytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to BillMostly because I never of (kid they tryin to herb ya)I ain`t doin time for no fuckin murderMad brothers done died on the streetI know it`s crazy motherfuckers that barely sleepThe color red from a hot hollow piece of leadSalute the world and then nod your head[Chorus] - (repeat to fade)

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