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Tytuł: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

  • Wykonawca: Method Man
  • Wy¶wietleń: 280
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 and then grab a hoe just like ? ?
  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