[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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a.. one time for your fucking-ass mind
Cuzzo, can you deal?
[Chorus: Rock]
Wu-Tang are you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
Heads on lockdown and those on the run
No matter what you do money, stack your guns and ones

[Verse 2: Ruck]
Eh-yo, peep the stamina, of the main brain splatterer
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespecting your character
What's the matter ya n***as ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slapping y'all n***as in the face with the caliber
You like the voice baby? Ruck is the choice lately
Slap a ho in the grapple hold just like Royce Gracie
My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think that n***a Ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all n***as should just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck n***a in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all n***as do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising
Affect with the motherfucking grimy style
Meth-Tical, Heltah Skeltah for the Ninety-Now
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me

[Chorus: Rock]
So is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do, stack your guns and ones
[Verse 3: Rock]
Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight A student
I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I hold mo' concealed Heat than Acapulco
Ricans in Bushwick call me Rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like K-Ci and JoJo
Packing ever since Mamma Rock said guns was a no-no
We don't need those tho, street cats don't need gats
Six-five, from the NBA, meaning N***as Beat Ass
So try me, like Mutombo you can't get shit by me
Send you to E.R. son with broke ankles like Allen I.V... hehe
Hold that thought for a minute
And watch your shorty before I run up in it, I ain't Bennet
I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken, thinking I'm Jamaican
But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
Fuck Batman and Robin, I'm robbing with a bat, man
Chase n***as like Chevy for making 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

[Chorus: Rock]
So is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
Gods, Earths, and cons, Crips and Bloods
No matter what you do money, stack your guns and ones
Is you with me? Well throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
M.F.C., Killa Beez and my Outlaw thugs
Armageddon soon come, stack your guns and ones
[Outro: Ruck]
Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones
Heltah Skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker
Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones
Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker
Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones
Apocalypse, armageddon, Heltah Skeltah
Stack your guns and ones, stack your guns and ones
Same shit