Heaven & Hell

[Blue Raspberry] 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 [Raekwon] Yo, yo, 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 and nuff respect you front I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that real nigga don't die Guess down Drawers Kani But yo, I'm making a pit stop Go and buy a box of Glocks, he rolled up and yo Whattup 'Ak 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 with it 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 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 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 steez all-black Got to go down like that, Shallah Cigars and ball hats Ninety-four, taking niggas to war, yo, yo [Interlude: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah] What do you believe in, heaven or hell You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell You don't believe in heaven cause we're living in hell So it's your life What a chamber, fucking 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 living in hell 31st chamber y'all So it's your life [Outro] Niggas ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash They haven't yet sold their weight Question, shit is real, knamsayin') Niggas think it's all about a real live Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man Knamsayin'