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      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      I propose a toast next nigga that play me close   (Yeah)   I'ma have your faggot ass hangin' off a lamp post   (Salute)   To my nigga that slid and did bids      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      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      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 reverend   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's will 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      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      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      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      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      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   ...