Lyrics Heaven & Hell (album version) - Raekwon , Ghostface Killah
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
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
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
(Repeat
2X)
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'msayin?
Word
up,
Big
Booth
represent
the
Q
Knowhowedo,
lamp,
get
that
power-u,
type,
things
on
float
GZA,
word
up,
Master
Killer
The
don
of
the
Clan,
Method
Man,
Inspector
Deck
Dirty
Bastard
U-God,
word
up
baby
Keep
it
real
Son
Keep
packin
them
guns
Word
up
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