[{"id":5032291,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Wu-Chronicles","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hay oh ah\nIs you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my thugs and soldiers\nFuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money\nStack your guns and ones\nIs you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my thugs and soldiers\nFuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby\nStack your guns and ones\nYo, light another\nAnd elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain\nThe sky's crying for all the black youth\nThat's dying\nI heard he went out clutching his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flying, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt\nNot knowing he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science\nAnother nigga murked\nKid snatched his purse and his work\nLeft nothin' but the shells on the turf\nThe situation's worse\nA lot of bitch-ass niggas is\nComing out they skirts cause it's real\nNot everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a mill\nSo Johnny carry nine in the steel\nOne in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave\nThat ass for dead, 'nough said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed\nI'm all teeth\nBiting down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread\nAnd live this life\nOn the edge nigga one time\nFor your fucking-ass mind\nCuzzo, can you deal?\nWu Tang are you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money\nStack your guns and ones\nAy yo, peep the stamina\nOf the main brain splatterer\nIn a matter of seconds\nI'm disrespecting your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggas ain't\nReady for the massacre\nI'll be slapping y'all niggas in\nThe face with the caliber\nYou like the voice baby?\nRuck is the choice lately\nSlap a ho in the grapple\nHold just like Royce Gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind\nFor the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart\nThey think that nigga Ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggas should just chill\nBefore I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwing, your wife now cruising\nAffect with the motherfucking grimy style\nMeth Tical, Heltah Skeltah for the Ninety-Now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be\nYo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic\nBut now you losing me\nSo is you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living\nOr sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do\nStack your guns and ones\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks\nLittle cute kid potentially rebellious yet a\nStraight A student\nI listened to my elders til'\nI found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy\nTime for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed Heat than Acapulco\nRicans in Bushwick call me Rocko\nEl mano loco got a fo'-fo' to make thugs\nSing like K-Ci and JoJo\nPacking ever since Mamma Rock said\nGuns was a no no we don't need those though\nStreet cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the NBA\nMeaning niggas beat ass so try me\nLike Mutombo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to ER son with broke\nAnkles like Allen IV hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it\nI ain't Bennet\nI'm like Sprite, image got you shaken\nThinking I'm Jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your\nJewelry and dough taken\nFuck Batman and Robin\nI'm robbing with a bat, man\nChase niggas like Chevy for making whack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lap dance\nAsk any Sean Price in Alcatraz fan\nThey'll tell you watch the jab hand\nSo is you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, Earths, and cons, Crips and Bloods\nNo matter what you do money\nStack your guns and ones\nIs you with me?\nWell throw your hands in the air\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nMfc, Killa Beez and my Outlaw thugs\nArmageddon soon come\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones (Heltah Skeltah come soon)\nStack your guns and ones\nBe prepared motherfucker\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones\nStack your guns and ones same shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] one: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Wu-Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 2410\n- text: /rock\n  start_ms: 2410\n  end_ms: 3050\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 3050\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25250\n- text: 'one: method'\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36230\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38680\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 38680\n  end_ms: 41240\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 41240\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49740\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 49740\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 60130\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 60130\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: '''cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 78810\n- text: rock\n  start_ms: 78810\n  end_ms: 79040\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 79040\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 85120\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85120\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: 'two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98830\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101730\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising\n  Affect with the motherfucking grimy style\n  Meth Tical, Heltah Skeltah for the Ninety-Now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be\n  Yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic\n  But now you losing me\n  So is you with me?\n  Well throw your hands in the air\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living\n  Or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks\n  Little cute kid potentially rebellious yet a\n  Straight A student\n  I listened to my elders til'\n  I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy\n  Time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed Heat than Acapulco\n  Ricans in Bushwick call me Rocko\n  El mano loco got a fo'-fo' to make thugs\n  Sing like K-Ci and JoJo\n  Packing ever since Mamma Rock said\n  Guns was a no no we don't need those though\n  Street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the NBA\n  Meaning niggas beat ass so try me\n  Like Mutombo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to ER son with broke\n  Ankles like Allen IV hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it\n  I ain't Bennet\n  I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken\n  Thinking I'm Jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your\n  Jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck Batman and Robin\n  I'm robbing with a bat, man\n  Chase niggas like Chevy for making whack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lap dance\n  Ask any Sean Price in Alcatraz fan\n  They'll tell you watch the jab hand\n  So is you with me?\n  Well throw your hands in the air\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, Earths, and cons, Crips and Bloods\n  No matter what you do money\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Is you with me?\n  Well throw your hands in the air\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Mfc, Killa Beez and my Outlaw thugs\n  Armageddon soon come\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones (Heltah Skeltah come soon)\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones\n  Stack your guns and ones same shit\n"},{"id":12627167,"name":"Heltah Skeltah / Gunz 'N Onez","trackName":"Heltah Skeltah / Gunz 'N Onez","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Chronicles","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\none: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'cause-o, can you deal?\n\nrock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\ntwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:04.53] /rock\n[00:05.42] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.08] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.84] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.58] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.35] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.04] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.89] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.59] one: method\n[00:26.45] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:28.34] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.01] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.74] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.56] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.25] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.05] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.70] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.56] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:50.20] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.99] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.66] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.58] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:01.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.92] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.72] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:09.37] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:12.16] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:13.94] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.66] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.31] rock\n[01:21.26] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.28] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.86] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.65] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:29.43] two: ruck\n[01:31.34] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:34.00] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:35.88] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.54] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.39] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.93] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.88] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.51] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.26] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:54.95] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:58.66] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:01.32] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.15] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.93] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.62] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.34] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:14.10] rock\n[02:15.90] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.81] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:20.52] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.33] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:25.09] three: rock\n[02:26.08] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.87] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.55] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:34.20] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:36.03] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.84] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.56] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.29] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:47.08] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.70] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:52.59] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:55.26] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.94] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:01.69] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:03.59] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:06.23] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.00] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:09.96] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:14.59] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.27] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:20.99] rock\n[03:21.84] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:24.50] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.41] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:28.29] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.91] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.62] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:35.50] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:39.13] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.85] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.40] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:57.32] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:58.22] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:59.15] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:00.02] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:00.96] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:01.90] Same shit\n[04:04.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heltah Skeltah / Gunz 'N Onez\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 2750\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: /rock\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5420\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 5420\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 9080\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 9080\n  end_ms: 11840\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11840\n  end_ms: 14580\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14580\n  end_ms: 17350\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17350\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22890\n  end_ms: 25590\n- text: 'one: method'\n  start_ms: 25590\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31010\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 31010\n  end_ms: 33740\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33740\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39250\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 39250\n  end_ms: 42050\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 42050\n  end_ms: 44700\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44700\n  end_ms: 47560\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47560\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55660\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55660\n  end_ms: 57580\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57580\n  end_ms: 61170\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 61170\n  end_ms: 63920\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63920\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 69370\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 69370\n  end_ms: 72160\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 72160\n  end_ms: 73940\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 73940\n  end_ms: 77660\n- text: '''cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77660\n  end_ms: 80310\n- text: rock\n  start_ms: 80310\n  end_ms: 81260\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 81260\n  end_ms: 82280\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82280\n  end_ms: 85860\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85860\n  end_ms: 87650\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87650\n  end_ms: 89430\n- text: 'two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 89430\n  end_ms: 91340\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 91340\n  end_ms: 94000\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 94000\n  end_ms: 95880\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 95880\n  end_ms: 98540\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98540\n  end_ms: 101390\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:03.44] /rock\n[00:03.91] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.87] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.62] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:12.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:15.44] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:18.36] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.87] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:23.69] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:26.28] one: method\n[00:26.52] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:29.52] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.48] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:34.68] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:37.41] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.30] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.36] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:46.03] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:48.76] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:51.02] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:53.85] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:56.45] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:59.08] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:02.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:05.06] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:08.07] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:10.36] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:13.12] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:16.01] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:19.85] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.74] rock\n[01:21.58] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:24.15] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:27.09] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:29.72] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:32.28] two: ruck\n[01:33.13] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:35.58] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:38.35] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:40.93] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:43.87] You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:25.76] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:28.43] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:31.93] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:34.14] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:35.97] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:39.55] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:42.49] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:45.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:50.43] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:53.66] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:54.70] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:56.67] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.08] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:02.91] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:04.67] Same shit\n[04:07.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'n Onez (feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":10546350,"name":"Gunz 'n Onez","trackName":"Gunz 'n Onez","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.75] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:04.53] /rock\n[00:05.42] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.08] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.84] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.58] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.35] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.04] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.89] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.59] one: method\n[00:26.45] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:28.34] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.01] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.74] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.56] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.25] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.05] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.70] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.56] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:50.20] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.99] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.66] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.58] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:01.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.92] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.72] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:09.37] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:12.16] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:13.94] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.66] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.31] rock\n[01:21.26] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.28] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.86] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.65] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:29.43] two: ruck\n[01:31.34] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:34.00] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:35.88] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.54] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.39] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.93] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.88] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.51] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.26] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:54.95] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:58.66] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:01.32] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.15] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.93] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.62] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.34] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:14.10] rock\n[02:15.90] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.81] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:20.52] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.33] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:25.09] three: rock\n[02:26.08] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.87] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.55] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:34.20] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:36.03] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.84] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.56] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.29] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:47.08] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.70] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:52.59] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:55.26] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.94] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:01.69] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:03.59] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:06.23] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.00] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:09.96] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:14.59] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.27] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:20.99] rock\n[03:21.84] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:24.50] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.41] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:28.29] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.91] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.62] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:35.50] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:39.13] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.85] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.40] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:57.32] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:58.22] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:59.15] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:00.02] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:00.96] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:01.90] Same shit\n[04:04.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'n Onez\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":3462635,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Magnum Force (Explicit)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/Rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nOne: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\nRock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nTwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] Rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] Three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] Rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Magnum Force (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 2410\n- text: /Rock\n  start_ms: 2410\n  end_ms: 3050\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 3050\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25250\n- text: 'One: method'\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36230\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38680\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 38680\n  end_ms: 41240\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 41240\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49740\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 49740\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 60130\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 60130\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: '''Cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 78810\n- text: Rock\n  start_ms: 78810\n  end_ms: 79040\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 79040\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 85120\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85120\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: 'Two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98830\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101730\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":32782741,"name":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":135.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/Rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nOne: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\nRock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nTwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 199740\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 205240\n- text: Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  start_ms: 205240\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 213210\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 213210\n  end_ms: 216030\n- text: M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  start_ms: 216030\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 224310\n- text: Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  start_ms: 224310\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 229880\n- text: Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  start_ms: 229880\n  end_ms: 232300\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 232300\n  end_ms: 236180\n- text: Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  start_ms: 236180\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 239750\n- text: Same shit\n  start_ms: 239750\n  end_ms: 244040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244040\nplain: |-\n  Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n  /Rock\n\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  One: method\n\n  Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  Respect mine like my baby mother\n  I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\n  Rock\n\n  Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Two: ruck\n\n  Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":20705357,"name":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/Rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nOne: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\nRock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nTwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] Rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] Three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] Rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Wu‐Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 2410\n- text: /Rock\n  start_ms: 2410\n  end_ms: 3050\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 3050\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25250\n- text: 'One: method'\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36230\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38680\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 38680\n  end_ms: 41240\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 41240\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49740\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 49740\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 60130\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 60130\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: '''Cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 78810\n- text: Rock\n  start_ms: 78810\n  end_ms: 79040\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 79040\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 85120\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85120\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: 'Two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98830\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101730\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 199740\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 205240\n- text: Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  start_ms: 205240\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 213210\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 213210\n  end_ms: 216030\n- text: M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  start_ms: 216030\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 224310\n- text: Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  start_ms: 224310\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 229880\n- text: Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  start_ms: 229880\n  end_ms: 232300\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 232300\n  end_ms: 236180\n- text: Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  start_ms: 236180\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 239750\n- text: Same shit\n  start_ms: 239750\n  end_ms: 244040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244040\nplain: |-\n  Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n  /rock\n\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  one: method\n\n  Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  Respect mine like my baby mother\n  I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  'cause-o, can you deal?\n\n  rock\n\n  Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  two: ruck\n\n  Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":9784221,"name":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":258.04,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\none: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'cause-o, can you deal?\n\nrock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\ntwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] one: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Wu‐Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 258040\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 2410\n- text: /rock\n  start_ms: 2410\n  end_ms: 3050\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 3050\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25250\n- text: 'one: method'\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36230\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38680\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 38680\n  end_ms: 41240\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 41240\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49740\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 49740\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 60130\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 60130\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: '''cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 78810\n- text: rock\n  start_ms: 78810\n  end_ms: 79040\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 79040\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 85120\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85120\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: 'two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98830\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101730\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":26388960,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Wu-Chronicles","duration":263.78449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/Rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nOne: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\nRock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nTwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":25527632,"name":"Gunz 'n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)(Ft.","trackName":"Gunz 'n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)(Ft.","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Magnum Force Proper","duration":257.776327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n/rock\n\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nWhether you hate us or you show us love\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\nAll my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\nCrooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\nNo matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\none: method\n\nYo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\nRespect mine like my baby mother\nI shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\nThat's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\nAnd in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\nHe kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\nOr badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\nKid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\nBut the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\nA lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\nCause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\nNot everyone can shine and make a meal\nSo johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\nFor all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\nDon't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\nBut when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\nBitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\nI cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\nOn the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n'cause-o, can you deal?\n\nrock\n\nWu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nHeads on lockdown and those on the run\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\ntwo: ruck\n\nAiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\nIn a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\nWhat's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\nI'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\nYou like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] one: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)(Ft.\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Magnum Force Proper\n  duration_ms: 257776\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 2410\n- text: /rock\n  start_ms: 2410\n  end_ms: 3050\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 3050\n  end_ms: 6500\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 6500\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  start_ms: 19980\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25250\n- text: 'one: method'\n  start_ms: 25250\n  end_ms: 25560\n- text: Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  start_ms: 25560\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Respect mine like my baby mother\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33450\n- text: That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  start_ms: 33450\n  end_ms: 36230\n- text: And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  start_ms: 36230\n  end_ms: 38680\n- text: He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  start_ms: 38680\n  end_ms: 41240\n- text: Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  start_ms: 41240\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49740\n- text: A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  start_ms: 49740\n  end_ms: 52180\n- text: Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  start_ms: 52180\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 57030\n- text: So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  start_ms: 57030\n  end_ms: 60130\n- text: For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  start_ms: 60130\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: '''cause-o, can you deal?'\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 78810\n- text: rock\n  start_ms: 78810\n  end_ms: 79040\n- text: Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 79040\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 85120\n- text: Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  start_ms: 85120\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: 'two: ruck'\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98830\n- text: I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101730\n- text: You like the voice baby? 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":13403180,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) (Feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:03.44] /rock\n[00:03.91] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.87] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.62] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:12.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:15.44] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:18.36] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.87] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:23.69] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:26.28] one: method\n[00:26.52] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:29.52] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.48] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:34.68] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:37.41] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.30] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.36] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:46.03] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:48.76] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:51.02] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:53.85] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:56.45] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:59.08] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:02.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:05.06] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:08.07] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:10.36] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:13.12] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:16.01] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:19.85] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.74] rock\n[01:21.58] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:24.15] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:27.09] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:29.72] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:32.28] two: ruck\n[01:33.13] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:35.58] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:38.35] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:40.93] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:43.87] You like the voice baby? 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well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:25.76] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:28.43] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:31.93] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:34.14] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:35.97] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:39.55] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:42.49] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:45.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:50.43] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:53.66] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:54.70] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:56.67] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.08] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:02.91] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:04.67] Same shit\n[04:07.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me) (Feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":25388905,"name":"Gunz `N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)(feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:03.44] /rock\n[00:03.91] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.87] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.62] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:12.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:15.44] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:18.36] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.87] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:23.69] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:26.28] one: method\n[00:26.52] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:29.52] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.48] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:34.68] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:37.41] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.30] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.36] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:46.03] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:48.76] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:51.02] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:53.85] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:56.45] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:59.08] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:02.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:05.06] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:08.07] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:10.36] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:13.12] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:16.01] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:19.85] 'cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.74] rock\n[01:21.58] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:24.15] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:27.09] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:29.72] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:32.28] two: ruck\n[01:33.13] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:35.58] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:38.35] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:40.93] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:43.87] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:46.47] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:49.05] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:51.76] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:54.66] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:57.65] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[02:00.46] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:03.42] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:05.89] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:08.43] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:10.95] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:14.24] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:16.88] rock\n[02:17.53] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:19.62] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:22.24] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:25.00] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:27.68] three: rock\n[02:28.17] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:31.02] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:33.23] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:36.32] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:38.91] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:41.59] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:44.81] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:47.13] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:49.77] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:52.65] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:55.22] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:58.12] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[03:01.38] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:04.09] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:06.00] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:09.03] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:11.86] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:14.46] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:17.29] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:20.32] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:23.18] rock\n[03:23.78] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:25.76] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:28.43] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:31.93] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:34.14] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:35.97] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:39.55] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:42.49] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:45.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:50.43] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:53.66] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:54.70] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:56.67] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.08] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:02.91] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:04.67] Same shit\n[04:07.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz `N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)(feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nthree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nrock\n\nSo iz u wit me? 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":7927226,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:03.44] /Rock\n[00:03.91] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.87] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.62] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:12.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:15.44] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:18.36] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.87] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:23.69] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:26.28] One: method\n[00:26.52] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:29.52] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.48] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:34.68] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:37.41] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.30] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.36] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:46.03] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:48.76] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:51.02] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:53.85] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:56.45] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:59.08] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:02.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:05.06] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:08.07] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:10.36] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:13.12] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:16.01] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:19.85] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.74] Rock\n[01:21.58] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:24.15] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:27.09] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:29.72] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:32.28] Two: ruck\n[01:33.13] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:35.58] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:38.35] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:40.93] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:43.87] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:46.47] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:49.05] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:51.76] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:54.66] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:57.65] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[02:00.46] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:03.42] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:05.89] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:08.43] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:10.95] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:14.24] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:16.88] Rock\n[02:17.53] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:19.62] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:22.24] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:25.00] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:27.68] Three: rock\n[02:28.17] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:31.02] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:33.23] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:36.32] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:38.91] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:41.59] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:44.81] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:47.13] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:49.77] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:52.65] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:55.22] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:58.12] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[03:01.38] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:04.09] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:06.00] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:09.03] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:11.86] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:14.46] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:17.29] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:20.32] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:23.18] Rock\n[03:23.78] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:25.76] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:28.43] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:31.93] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:34.14] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:35.97] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:39.55] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:42.49] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:45.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:50.43] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:53.66] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:54.70] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:56.67] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.08] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:02.91] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:04.67] Same shit\n[04:07.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":3462636,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] Rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] Three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] Rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":6970101,"name":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:03.44] /Rock\n[00:03.91] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.87] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:09.62] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:12.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:15.44] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:18.36] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:20.87] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:23.69] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:26.28] One: method\n[00:26.52] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:29.52] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:31.48] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:34.68] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:37.41] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:39.30] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:42.36] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:46.03] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:48.76] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:51.02] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:53.85] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:56.45] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:59.08] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:02.17] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:05.06] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:08.07] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:10.36] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:13.12] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:16.01] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:19.85] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:20.74] Rock\n[01:21.58] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:24.15] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:27.09] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:29.72] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:32.28] Two: ruck\n[01:33.13] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:35.58] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:38.35] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:40.93] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:43.87] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:46.47] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:49.05] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:51.76] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:54.66] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:57.65] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[02:00.46] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:03.42] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:05.89] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:08.43] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:10.95] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:14.24] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:16.88] Rock\n[02:17.53] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:19.62] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:22.24] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:25.00] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:27.68] Three: rock\n[02:28.17] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:31.02] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:33.23] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:36.32] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:38.91] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:41.59] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:44.81] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:47.13] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:49.77] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:52.65] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:55.22] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:58.12] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[03:01.38] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:04.09] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:06.00] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:09.03] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:11.86] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:14.46] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:17.29] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:20.32] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:23.18] Rock\n[03:23.78] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:25.76] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:28.43] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:31.93] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:34.14] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:35.97] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:39.55] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:42.49] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:45.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:50.43] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:53.66] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:54.70] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:56.67] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.08] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[04:02.91] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[04:04.67] Same shit\n[04:07.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz ’n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":30628310,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] Rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] Three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] Rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"},{"id":22711970,"name":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","trackName":"Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. 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ruck is the choice lately\nSlap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\nMy boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\nThen deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\nMaybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\nI can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\nWhat the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\nYour life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\nAffect with the motherfuckin grimy style\nMeth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\nRemind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\nBetter than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nWhether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\nNo matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nThree: rock\n\nSon I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\nPotentially rebellious yet a straight a student\nI listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\nWhat they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\nNow, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\nRicans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\nGot a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\nPackin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\nWe don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\nSix-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\nSo try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\nSend you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\nHold that thought for a minute\nAnd watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\nI'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\nBut it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\nFuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\nChase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\nHit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\nIn alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\nRock\n\nSo iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nGods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\nNo matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\nIz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\nAll my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\nM.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\nArmaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nHeltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nCause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nMarvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\nStack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\nSame shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n[00:02.41] /Rock\n[00:03.05] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:06.50] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:08.99] Whether you hate us or you show us love\n[00:11.56] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:14.38] Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n[00:17.34] All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n[00:19.98] Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n[00:22.52] No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[00:25.25] One: method\n[00:25.56] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n[00:27.91] Respect mine like my baby mother\n[00:29.95] I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n[00:33.45] That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n[00:36.23] And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n[00:38.68] He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n[00:41.24] Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n[00:44.79] Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n[00:47.02] But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n[00:49.74] A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n[00:52.18] Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n[00:55.05] Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n[00:57.03] So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n[01:00.13] For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n[01:03.18] Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n[01:05.86] But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n[01:08.35] Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n[01:11.17] I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n[01:14.03] On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n[01:17.61] 'Cause-o, can you deal?\n[01:18.81] Rock\n[01:19.04] Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n[01:22.46] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[01:25.12] Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n[01:27.62] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[01:30.33] Two: ruck\n[01:30.61] Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n[01:33.37] In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n[01:36.12] What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n[01:38.83] I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n[01:41.73] You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n[01:44.18] Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n[01:46.75] My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n[01:49.69] Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n[01:52.34] Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n[01:55.19] I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n[01:57.67] What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n[02:00.48] Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n[02:03.28] Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n[02:05.50] Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n[02:08.33] Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n[02:11.47] Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n[02:13.66] Rock\n[02:13.96] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[02:16.91] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[02:19.54] Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n[02:22.02] No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[02:24.28] Three: rock\n[02:24.51] Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n[02:27.85] Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n[02:30.68] I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n[02:33.33] What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n[02:35.90] Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n[02:38.85] Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n[02:41.47] Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n[02:44.11] Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n[02:46.88] We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n[02:49.47] Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n[02:51.99] So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n[02:54.81] Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n[02:58.50] Hold that thought for a minute\n[03:00.12] And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n[03:02.39] I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n[03:05.76] But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n[03:08.32] Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n[03:11.33] Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n[03:13.85] Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n[03:17.00] In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n[03:19.31] Rock\n[03:19.74] So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:22.20] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:25.24] Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n[03:27.52] No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:30.17] Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n[03:33.21] All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n[03:36.03] M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n[03:38.32] Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:41.53] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:44.31] Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n[03:47.44] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:49.88] Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n[03:52.30] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:56.18] Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n[03:58.28] Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n[03:59.75] Same shit\n[04:04.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. 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well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 199740\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 205240\n- text: Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  start_ms: 205240\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 213210\n- text: All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  start_ms: 213210\n  end_ms: 216030\n- text: M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  start_ms: 216030\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 224310\n- text: Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  start_ms: 224310\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 229880\n- text: Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  start_ms: 229880\n  end_ms: 232300\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 232300\n  end_ms: 236180\n- text: Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  start_ms: 236180\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 239750\n- text: Same shit\n  start_ms: 239750\n  end_ms: 244040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244040\nplain: |-\n  Haayyoahhh! ahhh.\n\n  /Rock\n\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Whether you hate us or you show us love\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air!\n  All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players\n  Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons\n  No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  One: method\n\n  Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother\n  Respect mine like my baby mother\n  I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth\n  That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron\n  And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst\n  He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first\n  Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked\n  Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin\n  But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse\n  A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts\n  Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal\n  Not everyone can shine and make a meal\n  So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head\n  For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said\n  Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace\n  But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth\n  Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed\n  I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life\n  On the edge nigga. one time for your fuckin-ass mind\n  'Cause-o, can you deal?\n\n  Rock\n\n  Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Heads on lockdown and those on the run\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Two: ruck\n\n  Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera\n  In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character\n  What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre\n  I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre\n  You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately\n  Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie\n  My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately\n  Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy\n  Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up\n  I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut\n  What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin\n  Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin\n  Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style\n  Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now\n  Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be\n  Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds\n  No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Three: rock\n\n  Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid\n  Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student\n  I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid\n  What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit\n  Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco\n  Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco\n  Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo\n  Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no\n  We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats\n  Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that\n  So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me\n  Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey. hehe\n  Hold that thought for a minute\n  And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it\n  I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican\n  But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken\n  Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man\n  Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams\n  Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price\n  In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin\n\n  Rock\n\n  So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods\n  No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air!\n  All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players\n  M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs\n  Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez\n\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah\n  Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez\n  Same shit\n"}]