Various Artists - Heaven & Hell lyrics

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Various Artists - Heaven & Hell lyrics

[Blue Raspberry] No one can f** with the Wu-Tang [Intro: {​​​​​Raekwon & (Ghostface k**ah)}​​​​​] Yo what what, yo Exotic type sh** 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 ya'll) [Verse 1: Raekwon (Ghostface k**ah)] 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 with nuff respect You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that real n***a 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 'Ak) (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 thoughts 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) 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 sh** (A fake n***a faked and they k**ed his clique) Gimme a minute and I'm with it (Yo, n***as 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 j**els off that n***a {​​​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 n***as to war, yo, yo [Interlude] What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell {​​​What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell}​​​ So it's your life (What a chamber, f**ing 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 ya'll) So it's your life [Outro] n***as ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash They haven't yet sold their weight (Question, sh** is real, youknowhatI'msayin')) n***as 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) n***as 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) And that a** is out Son, word up (Word up, get evaporated, straight up) Word up (Lose all your strength n***a) Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peoples (Yeah, yo 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 YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up) For real (Keep shinin) Real for keepin' it real, shout out to major n***as Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four (Word up, RZA, he's my n***a 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 (The GZA, word up, Masta k**a) The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty ba*tard (U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin' them guns) Word up