Heaven and Hell

This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one can fuck with the Wu-Tang) Yo (what? What?) Yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four 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-sqaures, kid (Money, clothes, designer hoes and shows, y'all) Check it Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten, kid Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to make Moves to slide like grease What? I'm all about TECs and checks with nuff respect You front, I'm slammin' you like the Lex' So now I'm out on 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 It equaled up, pay up, what up Ahk? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked? He made a half of mil for real, he brought about four bricks Yo, so now we connect thoughts, 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 Gs, son I need some keys won't sell, call up son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique Gimme a minute and I'm winnin' Yo, niggas done did it, rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles Stranglin' a forty ounce, with ten Gs 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 Gs worth of jewels of that nigga, do him So now I'm lampin' in my man's land Streets is hot like sand G's is rollin' in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo, black Got to go down like that Shallah, cigars and ball hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas 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, boy, 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 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 Niggas ain't even know son How it happen so fast Those were livin' and sold their weight No question Shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'? Word up, niggas thinks it's all about the FILA, velour That little hundred dollars and that make you a man You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up (for real) Niggas don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast Within the blinkin' of eye Blink of an eye, 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 (word up) Lose all your strength, nigga Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though Keepin' it real for my peoples 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 You know what I'm sayin'? You're my life charm, word up For real Keep shinin' Real keepin it real, you know? Shout out to major niggas Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA That'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 You know how we do, Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know? The GZA, word up, Master Killa The Abbot of the Clan (my man) Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns Word up

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