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method man - gunz 'n onez (iz u wit me) lyrics

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intro/chorus: rock

iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!
all my thugs and soldiers, f-ck 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, f-ck it even players
crooks, w-ll–s, 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 n-gg- merked
kid sn-tched his purse and his work, left nuttin
but the sh-lls on the turf, the situation’s worse
a lot of b-tch -ss n-gg-z 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 f-ckheads, leave that -ss 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 n-gg-. one time for your f-ckin–ss mind
’cause-o, can you deal?

chorus: rock

wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!
all my soldiers, thugs, f-ck 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 n-gg-z ain’t ready for the m-ssacre
i’ll be slappin y’all n-gg-z 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 sh-t i say lately
then deep down in they heart, they think that n-gg- ruck is crazy
maybe, y’all n-gg-z should just chill before i f-ck you up
i can snuff a duck n-gg- in the face with the uppercut
what the f-ck? y’all n-gg-z do it the mic ruin
your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
affect with the motherf-ckin 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, f-ck 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 b-mmy, time for some new sh-t
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 n-gg-z be that
so try me, like mutumbo you can’t get sh-t 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
f-ck batman and robin, i’m robbin with a bat man
chase n-gg-z like chevy for makin wack jams
hit hard as a d-ck 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, f-ck 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, f-ck 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 motherf-cker
stack your gunz ‘n onez, stack your gunz ‘n onez
cause ain’t n-body safe motherf-cker
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 sh-t

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