作曲 : Brown, Grinnage, Murray 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 ************* bleed, it lead to guns n roses And a real ************* knows is Everybody that have held had shot one It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one *************z is gettin kinda bold Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin to leave a ************* cold I'm packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready for one You *************z wanna jump up, cause i ain't goin out like willie (?) [billy danze] I propose a toast (yeah) next ************* that play me close I'ma have your ************* ass hangin off a lamp post (salute!) to my ************* that slid and did bids (rest in peace) to them *************z that slipped and caught clips kid It's yo' play on the blessings Me i send your maggot ass back to the essence *************z have told ya, guns n roses that's the path So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass [chorus] [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 Foes'll hear the words from the reverand And caught hell ************* with fame, so now they ass gotta go to heaven I fear no man, and i ain't omar epps But i'm lettin mother******s know the program Too many mother******s died on the street That's why i tell mother******s 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 mother************* trey-pound 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 mother************* roses Tags are promptly placed on your toes You're just another ************* 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 [chorus] [billy danze] Another mother************* massacre, yeah, m.o.p. Dese are the *************z that i'm movin with g To you snake-ass, two-faced ass *************z You gon' make me grip and squeeze my *************t Lifestyles of a ghetto child Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose One or the other *************, no doubt You know the way the mother************* story turns out Only your life or you're chancin Me i got a record like my man charles manson Bill puttin *************z on chill, you know the deal Quicker than a mother************* hit man will (another mother************* cadillac) Yeah, another mother******'s family dressed in black Whatever must be must be Me i try to keep my *************t a little low-key See, cause you don't know how it feels Everytime a ************* get killed they try to link that *************t to bill Mostly because i never of (kid they tryin to herb ya) I ain't doin time for no ************* murder Mad brothers done died on the street I know it's crazy mother******s that barely sleep The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead Salute the world and then nod your head [chorus] - (repeat to fade)
作曲 : Brown, Grinnage, Murray 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 ************* bleed, it lead to guns n roses And a real ************* knows is Everybody that have held had shot one It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one *************z is gettin kinda bold Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin to leave a ************* cold I'm packin my gat, and watchin my back, and ready for one You *************z wanna jump up, cause i ain't goin out like willie (?) [billy danze] I propose a toast (yeah) next ************* that play me close I'ma have your ************* ass hangin off a lamp post (salute!) to my ************* that slid and did bids (rest in peace) to them *************z that slipped and caught clips kid It's yo' play on the blessings Me i send your maggot ass back to the essence *************z have told ya, guns n roses that's the path So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass [chorus] [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 Foes'll hear the words from the reverand And caught hell ************* with fame, so now they ass gotta go to heaven I fear no man, and i ain't omar epps But i'm lettin mother******s know the program Too many mother******s died on the street That's why i tell mother******s 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 mother************* trey-pound 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 mother************* roses Tags are promptly placed on your toes You're just another ************* 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 [chorus] [billy danze] Another mother************* massacre, yeah, m.o.p. Dese are the *************z that i'm movin with g To you snake-ass, two-faced ass *************z You gon' make me grip and squeeze my *************t Lifestyles of a ghetto child Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose One or the other *************, no doubt You know the way the mother************* story turns out Only your life or you're chancin Me i got a record like my man charles manson Bill puttin *************z on chill, you know the deal Quicker than a mother************* hit man will (another mother************* cadillac) Yeah, another mother******'s family dressed in black Whatever must be must be Me i try to keep my *************t a little low-key See, cause you don't know how it feels Everytime a ************* get killed they try to link that *************t to bill Mostly because i never of (kid they tryin to herb ya) I ain't doin time for no ************* murder Mad brothers done died on the street I know it's crazy mother******s that barely sleep The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead Salute the world and then nod your head [chorus] - (repeat to fade)
