[Intro: Slix]
Guns 'n' Roses Volume One
More to come
Send out to Stamina, hang tight Stryder
It's Slix now
I'm 'bout to get busy
Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses, Volume One
Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses, there's more to come
It's Guns 'n' Roses, yeah
Big up the ghetto man dem
(Listen up, though, listen up, though)
You know what I'm talking about
(Listen up, though)
[Verse 1: Slix]
Yo, it's not a pain, man, I can see through
I can see through the sabotage, it's all in my view
Eighth wave vision like a visualising ace
I can visualise the days when I used to move 8s
Quarters, half, Os, keys
I'm a hustler with hustle blood in my bloodstream
Now I hustle different but I still hustle hard
Make cash with the mic, still hassle hard
Strap lyrics every day, spray from the heart
Can't get caught slipping, man have gotta move start
Move with the movers that move when I move
And I move with the movers that move with the Luges
They move quick and the Luger disperse
Don't let your jaw run or the Lugers will burst
Fire buns, you'll get burnt, guns blast
And we get ghost quick after the guns blast
Now I'm back to the front, back to the future
Back to the offs, back to the [?]
Back to the ends, to the youts, to the kids
Back to the bits with the Gs with the fifths
Back to the pricks, back to the snake tat
Back to the roads, back to the whole street hype
Back to the thugs with the things on their waist
Back to the boys on a hype screwface
Back to the gash, back to the girl dem
Back to my boys, back to the real man dem
Back to the n****s who claim they rode pen
Back to the n****s who claim they did ten
Back to the gyms and the road cycle
Back to the grafting, to the drug cycle
Back to the block, back to the pumping
And I'm back to the court, back to the dunking
[Break: Tinchy Stryder]
Yeah, yo
It's all Guns 'n' Roses
It's all Guns 'n' Roses, Guns, Roses, Guns
Yo, Stryder, yeah
[Verse 2: Tinchy Stryder]
And I've clocked how the cycle goes
In some blocks, plots and bicycles
But I've got my head in every articles
I'll separate them like particles
Pull party tricks from under my sleeves
If you don't believe the kid, ask Jeeves
Architect, I've got plans; draw them out
I'll follow the right signs to make Gs
Year after that, I'll make more Ps
Work more, buy more Nike booties
Sit back and watch the flow I release
Talk back and then your health, I'll seize
If you wish, call the police
I'm streetwise, avoid the feds with ease
And I rarely say please
We'll bulldoze your toes, we don't need keys
Watch your mouth, my man, breathe easy
This level I'm reaching ain't easy
Blood, you smell cheesy, watch me, I'm tipsy
Your baby loves to try tease me
She don't wanna leave me, she tries to please me
I'm not greedy, I give to the needy
They say my flow's off the heezy
'Cause I'm down with the slang too for sheezy
I'm Tinchy Stryder, I'm really
Grimy like greeny, the man like Beenie
It's real life, far from a movie
You're caught up watching too much TV
Do a couple [?] and a BP
In a TT? Nah, man are GT
Want a quick score ting from Roachee
And it's all happening 'round here, really
[Break: Stamina Boy]
Really
Guns, Roses, it's
Guns 'n' Roses, life isn't rosy
Guns, Roses, it's
Guns 'n' Roses
Stamina Boy
Listen
[Verse 3: Stamina Boy]
It used to be good in the ends
No snakes, just mates, not bad-minding, just friends
Not a care in the world
Nothing could hold us back, not a tear in the world
And I thank God that I'm still here in the world
'Cause the hood's fucked up 'cause of drugs and girls
Guns 'n' Roses, things that money can buy
It's hard to get by
Blood, I won't lie but damn, it makes me strong
And makes me work harder; juggler, grafter
Stamina's a master
I think darker and I hit harder
Some can't handle the beef and drama
Grief, karma, too much palaver
Night to day, it's saga to saga, we work for P-rada
Prada, yuh
[Break: Trim]
It's Guns 'n' Roses
Badboy thing
Not a badboy, it just ain't your thing
It's Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses
Yuh, on a badboy thing
Not a badboy, it just ain't your thing
It's Guns 'n' Roses, Guns 'n' Roses
Alright, look
[Verse 4: Trim]
It's Taliban but call me Trim
I say Taliban 'cause I'm a skinny thing and I'm riding
Foot's in the door, big size nine Trim
[?] rhyming
Look forward to war so who's trying?
And we'll cruise at the door, no bouncers are hired
I can be a quiet thing
More times I'm rioting, flow's fat, needs dieting
No lyrics with lying in, gems flying in
Ironing any crew that's trying a ting
Soon I'll be buying a ting but for now I'm relying on him
No beef, just trying a ting
New leaf, just tryna bling
Roll Deep, not channeling
What peeps try the ting
And yes, we're tryna win
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