歌曲 | Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) |
歌手 | Heltah Skeltah |
专辑 | Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |