Heaven & Hell
Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' shit
94, 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-square's kid
Clothes, designer hoes and shows yall
Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten kid
Jumpin' 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 slammin' you like the Lex
So now I'm out in the '95 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
See, rolled up and yo winner
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 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
Then when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some
Kis wont sell, call up, son
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz done did it
Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in bojangles
Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 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 30 Gs worth of jewels off that nigga, do 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
94, takin' niggaz 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, 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 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 livin' in hell
So it's your life
Niggaz ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold their weight
Question, shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'
Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and that make you a man