Shy Glizzy - Guns & Roses lyrics

[Hook:] Guns & Roses Them n***as don't love you, n***a Guns & Roses Them b**hes don't love you, n***a Guns & Roses Them ain't your friends, n***a Guns & Roses That b**h might f** your friends, n***a Guns & Roses [x8] That loyalty, you owe it If you love someone you show it I'm too real and you know it Ball your feelings up and throw it That 40 cal I tote it This molly got me rollin' You n***as be hoeing Come to your block and go bonin' 37th where I'm from E'rybody got a gun I just got some dope today And I gave my aunt a bump Yeah I'm smoking on that gas n***a pull up to the pump Choppa came with a drum Ba rumpa bum bum Police took away my friends Or they life came to an end These n***as not my friends They just want some of my ends I'm flyer than the wind Everything I do I win Boy you on your last limb I seen more weight than a Gym Ridin round with the plug He got d** in the armrest Take a n***a chain let my grandmother pawn that Streets Hottest Youngin' call the labels Make em' bump that Streets goin crazy, "why the f** he ain't signed yet?" [Hook] Young n***a I seen it all Matter fact, I want it all Knew a lot of n***as who fell, sh** I even took a fall I tried to pick up a ball, crowd didn't cheer at all Pull up in a stolen car They treatin me like a star Now everything I want be mine I tell your girl I'm the man Self-Made motherf**er, even got it on my hands Knew he wasn't my man sh** we ain't come from the sand I thought we was taking bands And that n***a took the stand I'm out here chasin' paper Give a f** about a hater Had a n***a in The Fader and the f**in' city Paper I shoot just like a Laker I'm a f**ing hit maker Might hit Meekah later We some f**in' dream chasers And b**h you ain't my b**h You be on n***as dick Wanna k** the boy that dissed But a n***a might snitch And I done hung out on a lot of n***as zips I know when they come out and when them guns on they hip [Hook]