Gunz ’N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rock] Haayyoahhh! Ahhh.. [Chorus: Rock] Is you with me? Well 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 guns and ones Is you with me? Well 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 guns and ones [Verse 1: Method Man] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's crying for all the black youth That's dying, I heard he went out clutching his iron And in the mist the slugs flying, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowing he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga murked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nothin' But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch-ass niggas is coming out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a mill So Johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead, 'nough said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Biting 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 fucking-ass mind Cuzzo, can you deal? [Chorus: Rock] Wu-Tang are you with 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 guns and ones [Verse 2: Ruck] Eh-yo, peep the stamina, of the main brain splatterer In a matter of seconds I'm disrespecting your character What's the matter ya niggas ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slapping y'all niggas in the face with the caliber You like the voice baby? Ruck is the choice lately Slap a ho 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 niggas 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 niggas do it the mic ruin Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising Affect with the motherfucking 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 is you with 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 guns and ones [Verse 3: 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 Packing ever since Mamma Rock said guns was a no-no We don't need those tho, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the NBA, meaning Niggas Beat Ass So try me, like Mutombo you can't get shit by me Send you to E.R. son with broke ankles like Allen I.V... hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it, I ain't Bennet I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken, thinking I'm Jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken Fuck Batman and Robin, I'm robbing with a bat, man Chase niggas like Chevy for making wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lap dance, ask any Sean Price In Alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jab hand [Chorus: Rock] So is you with 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 guns and ones Is you with 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 Armageddon soon come, stack your guns and ones [Outro: Ruck] Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones Heltah Skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones Apocalypse, armageddon, Heltah Skeltah Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones Same shit