Heaven & Hell Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' shit 

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 nigga 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 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 

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 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 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 jewels off 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 

94, takin' niggaz 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, fuckin' 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 

Niggaz ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash 

They haven't yet sold their weight 

Question, shit is real, you know what I'm sayin' 

Niggaz 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 

Niggaz 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 ass is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, straight up 

Lose all your strength nigga 

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, nigga, 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 niggaz 

Big Kawai, Jess, hell in the computer system 

The Rza, who slams fat discs for the 94 

Word up, Rza, he's my nigga 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 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