Lyrics Heaven & Hell - Raekwon , Ghostface Killah

No one can fuck with the Wu Tang
Yo what what, yo
Exotic type shit
Ninety-four, we must go to war fast
With the pen and the pad
Goddamn, 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, waking up about ten kid
Jumping in the shower, peace about to make
Moves and slide like grease
What, I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front
I'm slamming you like the Lex
So now I'm out in the ninety-five
Rocking that real nigga don't die
Guess down
Drawers Kani
But yo, I'm making a pit stop
Go and buy a box of Glocks, 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 four 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 Gs, son I need some
Keys won't sell, 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, niggas done did it
Rock your vest
Keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce
With ten Gs 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 off that nigga
Do him
So now I'm lamping in my man's Land
Streets is hot like sand
G's is rolling in my right hand
Yup, you know the steez all-black
Got to go down like that, Shallah
Cigars and ball hats
Ninety-four, taking niggas to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in, heaven or hell
You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell
You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell
So it's your life
What a chamber, fucking 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 living in hell
31st chamber y'all
So it's your life
Niggas ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold their weight
Question, shit is real, knamsayin')
Niggas think it's all about a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
Knamsayin'