Gunz n Onez iz U Wit Me Lyrics by Heltah Skeltah

Gunz n Onez iz U Wit Me Lyrics

    Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

    Intro/chorus: rock

    Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air!
    All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
    Whether you hate us or you show us love
    No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air!
    All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
    Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons
    No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez

    Verse one: method

    Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother
    Respect mine like my baby mother
    I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
    That's dyin, i heard he went out clutchin his iron
    And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst
    He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first
    Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked
    Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin
    But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse
    A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts
    Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
    Not everyone can shine and make a meal
    So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head
    For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said
    Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
    But when my baby's gotta get fed, i'm all teeth
    Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed
    I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life
    On the edge nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
    Cuz-o, can you deal?

    Chorus: rock

    Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!
    All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
    Heads on lockdown and those on the run
    No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez

    Verse two: ruck

    Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera
    In a matter of seconds i'm disrespectin your character
    What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
    I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre
    You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately
    Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie
    My boys pay me no mind, for the shit i say lately
    Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy
    Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before i fuck you up
    I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
    What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
    Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
    Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style
    Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now
    Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
    Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me

    Chorus: rock

    So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!
    All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
    Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds
    No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez

    Verse three: rock

    Son i used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
    Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student
    I listened to my elders til i found out they was stupid
    What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
    Now, i hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco
    Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco
    Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo
    Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no
    We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats
    Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that
    So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me
    Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe
    Hold that thought for a minute
    And watch your shorty before i run up in it i admit it
    I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin i'm jamaican
    But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
    Fuck batman and robin, i'm robbin with a bat man
    Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams
    Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price
    In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin

    Chorus: rock

    So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!
    All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
    Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods
    No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!
    All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
    M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs
    Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez

    Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker
    Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker
    Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah
    Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
    Same shit

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