[Intro: Rock]
Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..
[Chorus: Rock]
Is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us love
No matter what you do money, stack your guns and ones
Is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons
No matter what you do baby, stack your guns and ones
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother
Respect mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the sky's crying for all the black youth
That's dying, I heard he went out clutching his iron
And in the mist the slugs flying, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowing he was touched at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga murked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nothin'
But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch-ass niggas is coming out they skirts
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can shine and make a mill
So Johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead, 'nough said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Biting down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life
On the edge nigga.. one time for your fucking-ass mind
Cuzzo, can you deal?
Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..
[Chorus: Rock]
Is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us love
No matter what you do money, stack your guns and ones
Is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons
No matter what you do baby, stack your guns and ones
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother
Respect mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the sky's crying for all the black youth
That's dying, I heard he went out clutching his iron
And in the mist the slugs flying, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowing he was touched at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga murked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nothin'
But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch-ass niggas is coming out they skirts
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can shine and make a mill
So Johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead, 'nough said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Biting down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life
On the edge nigga.. one time for your fucking-ass mind
Cuzzo, can you deal?
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