Raekwon - Heaven & Hell (feat. Ghostface) Lyrics
* originally featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrackIntro: Raekwon, GhostfaceYo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on PathfindersWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'allLyrics: Raekwon, GhostfaceYo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to makemoves and slide like greeseWhat?I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI'm slammin you like the LexSo now I'm out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don't dieGuess downDrawers Kani!But yo I'm makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup Hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo' bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airportTELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORTGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the ***** labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldn't even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need someKeys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I'm with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in BoJanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM!So now I'm lampin in my man's LandStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallahCigarsAND BALL HATSOutro:Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yoWhat do you believe in?Heaven or hell?You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell(repeat 2X)So it's your life*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*What a chamber, *****in with mad strangersYeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yoMoney clothes, designer hoes and shows y'allThat's how it goesWhateverWhat do you believe in?Heaven or hell?You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell31st chamber y'allSo it's your life(What do you believe in?Heaven or hell?)Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)They haven't yet sold their weight(What do you believe in?Heaven or hell?)Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin(You don't believe...)Niggaz think it's all about a real live AllahA little hundred dollars and that make you a manKnowhatI'msayin?You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word upNiggaz don't understand how life can be so shortCome so fastWith the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone babyStraight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dustReturn to the casketThat ass is out Son, word upWord up, get evaporated, straight upWord upLose all your strength niggaCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent JasonHeartbroken, we soakin wet thoughKeepin it real for my peoplsYeah, yoAnd my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here babyBecause you're in my arms nigga, word upI never let you go babyYouknowhatI'msayin?You my life charm, word upFor realKeep shininReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggazBig Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer systemThe RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-fourWord up, RZA, he's my nigga babyYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys nowYaknowhatI'msayin?Word up, Big Booth represent the QKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on floatGZA, word up, Master KillerThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector DeckDirty BastardU-God, word up babyKeep it real SonKeep packin them gunsWord up
