Hay oh ah

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

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?

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

Ay 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

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

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 though
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 ER son with broke
Ankles like Allen IV 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 whack 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

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
Mfc, Killa Beez and my Outlaw thugs
Armageddon soon come
Stack your guns and ones

Stack your guns and ones (Heltah Skeltah come soon)
Stack your guns and ones
Be prepared motherfucker
Stack your guns and ones
Stack your guns and ones
Stack your guns and ones
Stack your guns and ones
Stack your guns and ones
Stack your guns and ones same shit

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Y