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) |
| 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 |
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