Heaven & Hell Lyrics

Heaven & Hell

featuring Ghostface Killer Blue Raspberry

* originally featured on the
_Fresh_ soundtrack

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
(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