Ghostface Killah ft. Raekwon - Heaven & Hell

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface] Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all [Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface] Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front I'm slammin you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rockin that real nigga don't die Guess down Drawers Kani! But yo I'm makin a pit stop Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo Whattup Hobbes? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil for real He brought about fo' bricks Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn't even rest, I need the vic And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some Keys roll self, call up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click Gimme a minute and I'm with it Yo niggaz done did it Rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in BoJangles Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what, all up in his face With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga DO HIM! So now I'm lampin in my man's Land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Got to go down like that Shallah Cigars AND BALL HATS [Outro:] Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell [x2] So it's your life (we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll) What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all That's how it goes Whatever What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell 31st chamber y'all So 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 Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man KnowhatI'msayin? You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust Return to the casket That ass is out Son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up Word up Lose all your strength nigga Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peopls Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby Because you're in my arms nigga, word up I never let you go baby YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up For real Keep shinin Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now YaknowhatI'msa