Raekwon — Heaven & Hell

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​ This that gravedigger shit (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-squares, kid (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all) Check it, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Waking up about ten, kid Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die" Guess down, drawers Kani But, yo, I'm making a pitstop Go and buy a box of Glocks It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked? He made a half of mil' for real We 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 G's, 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 Give me 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 strangling 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 off that nigga, do him So now I'm lamping in my man's land Streets is hot like sand G's is rolling in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Lot'll go down like that Shallah, cigars and mob hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo [Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell So it's your life What a chamber Fucking 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 living in hell (31st chamber, y'all) So it's your life [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas ain't even know, son... Sold their weight No question This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour A little hundred dollars and that make you a man You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up Niggas don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast Within the blinkin' of eye Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up Know what I'm saying? Get turned to dust Return to the casket And 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 Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up For real (Keep shinin') For 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 saying? (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 Masta Killa The Abbot of the Clan Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns Word up