Guns N’ Roses lyrics

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DJ Quik


[Intro]
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive sh*t (Exclusive sh*t)
Yeah, whooo

[Hook: Pusha T]
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, n*gga that's the life

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
D color flawless, b*tch I reek of money (b*tch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a f*ck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your b*tch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move, c*ck tools
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all n*ggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that sh*t that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
Love doing b*tches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk sh*t with a gun in my hand call me c*ck-ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the f*cking coastguard
[Hook] x2

[Verse 2: Malice]
Yo yo, I got a love for small arms and hair pin triggers
Dare n*ggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I cop fat cribs on lake sides
I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black b*tches with jade eyes
We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all n*ggas is lying bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out
So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious n*gga y'all cats fictitious
When the sh*t hits, it's how you know we mean business
[Hook] x2

[Outro]
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
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