Clipse - Guns N' Roses lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, huh Clipse (Clipse) Exclusive sh** (Exclusive sh**) Yeah, who Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, n***a that's the life 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 The color flawless, b**h I reek of money (b**h) Fast life, born to die, who gives a f** 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**h in a hollow tip bra There's science to the way we move, co*k two's 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***as just gotta lose Lust for them things that turn women to wives Live for that sh** that determines your street size Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes That's diamonds, c**aine, and burners on my thighs Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats Light up canoes, till titanics, I sink ships Love doing b**hes with pink lips, call me Padre Talk sh** with a gun in my hand call me co*kay 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**ing coastguard Yo, yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers Dare n***as third in my crew, it's known k**ers Model hoes that blow with hour gla** figures We live for raw s** 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 hop back crimson lake sides I make five which is why y'all hate I got dark skin, jet black b**hes with jade eyes We wildin' out, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all n***as 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 s**ing, pillow talking, and pop trois In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster On stage recipient of a nice guy Malicious n***a y'all cats fictitious When the sh** hits It's how you know we mean business Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, n***a that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, n***a that's the life 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 a** When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained gla**, the stained gla** 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 a** When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained gla**, the stained gla**