Raekwon The Chef - Heaven & Hell lyrics

Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' sh** 94, 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-square's kid Clothes, designer hoes and shows yall Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten kid Jumpin' 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 slammin' you like the Lex So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that real n***a don't die Guess down drawers kani But yo I'm makin a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks See, rolled up and yo winner 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 b**h lab So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and sh** Couldn't even rest, I need the vic Then when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some Kis wont sell, call up, son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real sh** A fake n***a faked and they k**ed his click Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo n***az done did it Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in bojangles Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 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 30 Gs worth of j**els off that n***a, 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 94, takin' n***az to war, yo, yo What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin' in hell What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin' in hell So it's your life, what a chamber, f**in' with the 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 So it's your life n***az ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash They haven't yet sold their weight Question, sh** is real, you know what I'm sayin' n***az think it's all about a real live Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man Know what I'm sayin'? You ain't even promised tomorrow son, word up n***az don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast, within a blinkin' of eye Blinkin' eye and you're gone, baby Straight up, know what I'm sayin'? Get turned to dust, return to the casket That a** is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, straight up Lose all your strength n***a Crazy dedication shout out in the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, keepin' it real for my peoples And my physical brother Devon, you're still in here, baby Because you're in my arms, n***a, word up I never let you go, baby, know what I'm sayin'? You my life charm Word up for real, keep shinin' Real for keepin' it real, you know, shout out to major n***az Big Kawai, Jess, hell in the computer system The Rza, who slams fat discs for the 94 Word up, Rza, he's my n***a baby Yeah, eatin' dinner with the big boys now You know what I'm sayin'? Word up, Big Booth represent the Q Know how we do, lamp, get that power u-type, things on float Gza, word up, Master k**er The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck Dirty ba*tard, U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son, keep packin' them guns Word up