Raekwon – Heaven Hell lyrics

Originally* featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack Intro

Raekwon: Ghostface, Yo

what what yo, Exotic
type s titNinety-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 n anusdon'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 b h***lab So
word up kid we, slid like a fat four to twelve bid and s titCouldn'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 s titA
fake n anusfaked and they killed his click Gimme
a minute and I'm with it Yo
ni z***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 n anusDo
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, ni z***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 )?Ni
z***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
s, titis real youknowhati'msayin, (You
don't believe )...Ni
z***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 Ni
z***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
a is** out Son word, up Word
up get, evaporated straight, up Word
up Lose
all your strength n anusCrazy
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 n anusword, 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 ni z***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 anusbaby Yeah
eatin, dinner with the big boys now Yaknowhati'msayin
Word?
up Big, Booth represent the Q Knowhowedo
lamp, get, that power-you type, things, on float Gza
word, up Master, Killer The
don of the Clan Method, Man Inspector, Deck Dirty
b d*****You-God
word, up baby Keep
it real Son Keep
packin them guns Word
up