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   'cause-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 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