Guns N Roses 歌词
| 歌曲 | Guns N Roses |
| 歌手 | M.O.P. |
| 专辑 | To the Death |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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 (?) | |
| [billy danze] | |
| 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 | |
| [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 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'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 | |
| [chorus] | |
| [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 | |
| 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 | |
| [chorus] - (repeat to fade) |
| zuo qu : 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 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 ? | |
| billy danze | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 treypound | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| billy danze | |
| Another motherfuckin massacre, yeah, m. o. p. | |
| Dese are the niggaz that i' m movin with g | |
| To you snakeass, twofaced 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 lowkey | |
| 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 | |
| chorus repeat to fade |
| zuò qǔ : 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 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 ? | |
| billy danze | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 treypound | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| billy danze | |
| Another motherfuckin massacre, yeah, m. o. p. | |
| Dese are the niggaz that i' m movin with g | |
| To you snakeass, twofaced 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 lowkey | |
| 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 | |
| chorus repeat to fade |
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