Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) 歌词

歌曲 Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)
歌手 Heltah Skeltah
专辑 Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit)
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作曲 : Bush, Price, Smith, Turner
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 Jo
Jo 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
zuo qu : Bush, Price, Smith, Turner
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 fuckinass mind cuzo, can you deal?
Chorus: Rock
WuTang 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
MethTical,
Heltah Skeltah for the
NinetyNow
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
KCi and Jo
Jo Packin ever since
Mamma Rock said gunz was a nono
We don' t need those doe, street cats don' t need gats
Sixfive, 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
zuò qǔ : Bush, Price, Smith, Turner
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 fuckinass mind cuzo, can you deal?
Chorus: Rock
WuTang 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
MethTical,
Heltah Skeltah for the
NinetyNow
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
KCi and Jo
Jo Packin ever since
Mamma Rock said gunz was a nono
We don' t need those doe, street cats don' t need gats
Sixfive, 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
Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) 歌词
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