(feat. The Neptunes)

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Yeahwhooo

[Chorus]
Guns n roses mafia proses
Briefcase moneyhot carsand hot clothes
This is the lifenigga that s the life

[Verse 1]
I wouldn t have it any other way
Yeahgun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawlessriding backwards on a one way
De color flawlessbitch I reek of money (bitch)
Fast lifeborn to diewho gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25and lived it up
From the rawest to the rawto the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There s science to the way we movecock two s
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by bywe buy the rules
So when you play with us y all niggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother s eyes
That s diamondscocaineand burners on my thighs
Raw like peebloguns and mink coats
Light up canoestil titanics I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lipscall me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
Did this straightbricks ain t large
Bricks for weightfilling a cratefilling a bargenow that s large
Sipping blue ellsand playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard

[Chorus (2X)]

Yo yoI got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crewit s known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Runwalkand 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 traceI hop back crimson lake sides
I make five which is why y all hate
I got dark skinjet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin outhang them highand dry them out
I do them type of things y all niggas 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 starssmoke redmixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexingpillow talkingand pop trois
In pastalookyou wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y all cats fictitious
When the shit hitsit s how you know we mean business

[Chorus (2X)]

When the slugs hitsI wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movieinside my brain fast
I m asking youcause we used to rock the same ass
When I dieput me in mausoleum with the stained glassthe stained glass
When the slugs hitsI wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movieinside my brain fast
I m asking youcause we used to rock the same ass
When I dieput me in mausoleum with the stained glassthe stained glass

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