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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Heltah Skeltah
Heltah Skeltah
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jahmal Bush
Jahmal Bush
Komponist:in
Sean Price
Sean Price
Komponist:in
John Turner
John Turner
Komponist:in
C. Smith
C. Smith
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Smoke For Most Slept On Entertainment
Smoke For Most Slept On Entertainment
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Letras

[Verse 1]
Iz U wit me? Throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it, even players
Whether you hate us or you show us love
No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
Iz U wit me? Throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it, even players
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons
No matter what you do, baby, stack your gunz 'n onez
[Verse 2]
Yo, light another and elevate on this one, my brother
Respect mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin' for all the black youth that's dyin'
I heard he went out clutchin' his iron
And in the mist the slugs flyin', one burst
He kissed the dirty, not knowin' he was touched at first
So badly hurt, it's all science, another **** murked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nothing
But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass **** is comin' out they skirts
[Verse 3]
'Cause it real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can shine and make a mil
So Johnny carry .09 in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuck heads, leave that ass or dead, enough said
Don't be mistaken or mislead, it's all peace
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin' down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a knotty dread and live this life
On the edge, ****, one time for your fucking ass mind
Cuz-o, can you deal?
[Verse 4]
Wu-Tang, are you with me?
Well, throw your hands in the air
All my soldiers thugs, fuck it, even players
Hands on lockdown and those on the run
No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
[Verse 5]
Ayo, peep the stamina of the main brain splatterer
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin' your character
What's the matter, ya **** ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin' y'all **** in the face with the calibre
You like the voice, baby? Ruck is the choice lately
Slap a ho in the grapple, hold just like Royce Gracie
My boys pay me no mind for the shit I say lately
Then deep own in they heart, they think that **** Ruck is crazy
[Verse 6]
Maybe y'all **** should just chill before I fuck you up
I an snuff a duck **** in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all **** do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin', your wife now cruisin'
Affect with the muthafuckin' grimy style
Meth-Tical, Heltah Skeltah for the Ninety-Now
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
Better than you is on the mic, but now you losin' me
[Verse 7]
So iz U wit me?
Well, throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it, even players
Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez
[Verse 8]
Son, I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight A student
I listened to my elders till I found out they were stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I hold more concealed heat than Acapulco
Ricans in Bushwick call me Rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo-fo to make thugs sing like K-Ci and JoJo
Packin' ever since Mama Rock said guns was a no-no
[Verse 9]
We don't need those though, street cats don't need gats
Six-five from the NBA, meanin' **** beat ass
So try me, like Mutumbo you can't get shit by me
Send your to ER, son, with broke ankles like Allen IV
Hold that thought for a minute
And watch your shorty before I run up in it
I ain't Bennett, I'm like Sprite
Image got you shakin', thinkin' I'm Jamaican
But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
Fuck Batman and Robin, I'm robbin' with a bat, man
Chase **** like Chevy for makin' wack jams
Hit hard as a dick after a lap dance, ask any Sean Price
In Alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jab hand
[Verse 10]
So iz U wit me?
Well, throw your hands in the air
All my soldiers thugs, fuck it, even players
Gods, earths and cons, Crips and Bloods
No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
Iz U wit me? Well, throw your hands in the air
All my soldiers thugs, fuck it, even players
MRF, Killa Beez, and my Outlaw thugs
Armageddon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez
[Verse 11]
Stack your gunz 'n onez
(Heltah Skeltah come soon, be prepared, muhfucka)
Stack your gunz 'n onez
Stack your gunz 'n onez
('Cause ain't nobody safe, muhfucka)
Stack your gunz 'n onez
Stack your gunz 'n onez
(Apocalypse, Armageddon, Heltah Skeltah)
Stack your gunz 'n onez
Stack your gunz 'n onez
(Same shit)
Stack your gunz 'n onez
Written by: C. Smith, Jahmal Bush, John Turner, Sean Price
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