Raekwon The Chef - Heaven Hell Lyrics
* originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrackIntro: raekwon, ghostfaceYo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on pathfindersWu-tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows yallLyrics: raekwon, ghostfaceYo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to makeMoves and slide like greeseWhat? Im all about tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontIm slammin you like the lexSo now Im out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga dont dieGuess downDrawers kani!But yo Im makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airportTell golden arms maintain the fortGet in touch with that west coast cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the ***** labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldnt even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream gs, son I need someKeys roll self, call up sonI heard pook and tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and Im with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in bojanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten gs worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his mans mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty gs worth of jewels of that niggaDo him!So now Im lampin in my mans landStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallahCigarsAnd ball hatsOutro:Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yoWhat do you believe in? heaven or hell?You dont beleive in heaven cause were livin in hell(repeat 2x)So its your life*were livin in hell, were livin in hellllllll*What a chamber, *****in with mad strangersYeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yoMoney clothes, designer hoes and shows yallThats how it goesWhateverWhat do you believe in? heaven or hell?You dont believe in heaven cause were livin in hell31st chamber yallSo its your life(what do you believe in? heaven or hell? )Niggaz aint even know son, only half is sewed cash(you dont believe in heaven cause were livin in hell)They havent yet sold their weight(what do you believe in? heaven or hell? )Question, shit is real, youknowhatimsayin(you dont believe...)Niggaz think its all about a real live allahA little hundred dollars and that make you a manKnowhatimsayin?You aint even promised tomorrow son, word upNiggaz dont understand how life can be so shortCome so fastWith the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye youre gone babyStraight up, knowhatimsayin, get turned to dustReturn to the casketThat ass is out son, word upWord up, get evaporated, straight upWord upLose all your strength niggaCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of two cent jasonHeartbroken, we soakin wet thoughKeepin it real for my peoplsYeah, yoAnd my physical brother devon, youre still in here babyBecause youre in my arms nigga, word upI never let you go babyYouknowhatimsayin? you my life charm, word upFor realKeep shininReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggazBig kawai, jess, hell in the computer systemThe rza, who slams fat discs for the ninety-fourWord up, rza, hes my nigga babyYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys nowYaknowhatimsayin?Word up, big booth represent the qKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on floatGza, word up, master killerThe don of the clan, method man, inspector deckDirty bastardU-god, word up babyKeep it real sonKeep packin them gunsWord up
