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Текст песни Raekwon the Chef f Ghostface Killer, Blu - Heaven & Hell

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* 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 kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y`allLyrics: Raekwon, GhostfaceYo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I`m all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI`m slammin you like the LexSo now I`m out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don`t die Guess down Drawers Kani!But yo I`m makin a pit stopGo 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` bricksYo, 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 labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn`t even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G`s, Son I need some Keys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I`m with it Yo niggaz done did itRock 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 banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his face With his man`s mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G`s worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM! So now I`m lampin in my man`s LandStreets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like that ShallahCigarsAND BALL HATSOutro:Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yoWhat 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 WhateverWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell?You don`t believe in heaven cause we`re livin in hell 31st chamber y`allSo it`s your life(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 AllahA little hundred dollars and that make you a manKnowhatI`msayin? You ain`t even promised tomorrow Son, word upNiggaz don`t understand how life can be so shortCome 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 casketThat ass is out Son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight upWord up Lose all your strength niggaCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent JasonHeartbroken, we soakin wet thoughKeepin 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 upFor real Keep 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-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 QKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float GZA, word up, Master KillerThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector DeckDirty Bastard U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them gunsWord up

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