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Heaven & Hell Lyrics - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx [the Purple Tape Watch Box] - Raekwon

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 

 

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 

 

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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 

 

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(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 

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